Текст: Black Stone Cherry. Folklore And Superstition. Ghost Of Floyd Collins.

Hellhounds bark at the midnight fire
Fog rolls in, and the creek run higher
They saw him standin', by the railroad tracks
Tonight's the nigh, old Floyd's comin' back

Down, down deep in the ground
Is where his story stays

Down in Mammoth Cave, is where his body laif
Walls came in life could not be saved
No man made machine, could see the things I 've seen
Mr. Collins you did not die in vain

Strangers moved in, brought the circus to town
You know, there's people makin' money off a man underground
Somebody said they weren't doin' him right
That's why old Floyd's comin' back tonight

Down, down deep in the ground
Is where his story stays (so they say)

Down in Mammoth Cave, is where his body laif
Walls came in life could not be saved
No man made machine, could see the things I 've seen
Mr. Collins you did not die in vain

Down, down deep in the ground
Is where his story stays (so they say)