On my twenty-first day i came to calico They told me there was silver buried in her stone Summer died in april before the flowers came She will hold me here until i strike my dying day I just keep on swinging, hold my hat brim low Dig a little deeper and like a seed, i'm sown She can break my spirit, back and arms and legs Though i may not stand i'm not bowing to her king They will tell you that your fortune lies this way But don't believe the lies you're told Spend a life time trying to dig an endless grave For the ghosts of calico Hey miss lucy bell lane, why'd you have to go I can hear your sweet song when the south wind blows I won't forget your spirit and i won't forget your face I'll be waiting for you if you come back some day Take my last breath quickly, take it in my sleep Take it when i'm dreaming of a life in san martin Everyone i know now's a dusty memory I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy Oh calico