Christopher Innvar - Part I: The Call lyrics

[FLOYD, spoken] Your losin' streak's over, boy! Gonna find my treasure underground! This cavern's gonna be the biggest attraction in these parts, An' this time, folks'll pay me to tour her wonders! They'll be tearin' up the mountain. They'll be campin' in the snow! (sung) If I follow that sound, I could find what I'm lookin' fer. It could be glory callin', Callin' me. Callin'— "Come on, boy! You can do it now. You can have what you dream on." Callin', An' comin' back, an' comin' clear, Callin' is what I hear No more plowin' a hardscrabble field; I jes' know, I jes' know it's my lucky day! (spoken) Come on Floyd! This is the big-un! Woo! [laughing] Welcome to Floyd Collins' Sand Cave! Naw... Welcome to Floyd Collins' Great Sand Cave! Not for the meek; you gotta be brave! Naw... Everybody welcome! A fam'ly type of thing to do. (sung) Balloons, postcards, Great Sand Cave lanterns, And rope... Or somethin', I dunno You got yer magical pa**ageways You got yer squeezes an' bends My kingdom is open, come one and all! My travelin' friends, I always knew you'd hear my call, Let me know that you hear me now: Noh yoh doh-ee-oh... (Noh yoh doh-ee-oh...) Noh... There's a kind of awe You can't catch in a photograph It's like a giant jaw, it's callin' me Callin'— "Come on, boy! You can feel it now Like you ain't never felt afore An open door..." So Papa, so you see— I ain't a crazy cavin' fool, you see! I always promised to do you right, An' by the time I get home tonight All our money worries will be gone; We will be dreamin' on You see, I'll set you up on a valley farm Where you can nap under apple trees, Put up your feet Instead of kickin' my a**! Oh, Papa! Your son's a bi'nessman man now! A so-an'-so! A muck-a-muck! A real wheeler-dealer! Gonna do the fam'ly proud My kingdom is open! It will amaze and astound From all 'cross Kentucky They'll come to see what I found I always knew that there'd be somethin' in the stars fer me. The stars could be so fine... Doh yoh doh-ee-oh (Doh yoh doh-ee-oh) Da-yoh-oh (Da-yoh-oh) Gonna follow that sound! Gonna find what I'm lookin' fer. That's my glory callin' It's callin' me. Callin'— "Come on, boy! You can do it now. You can have what you dream on." Glory, "Oo-ee," an' comin' clear; Glory is what I hear. No more plowin' a hardscrabble field I jes' know, I jes' know it's my lucky day (spoken) We're so close! "Floyd's a fine boy. He takes after his Pa— Stubborn as a mule!" (sung) "But he knows his own mind." I always knew I'd hear the sound Of voices all around me. That's the sound of Glory after all! That's my call! (spoken) Holy... This is it! (sung) Doh-oh (Doh-oh) Doh-ee oh (Doh-ee oh)... [continued vocalizations and echoes] There ain't never been another man in here No Indians, no thrill seekers, No damn crazy cavin' fools! Nobody, nothin' till I found her God showed her to me first! Floyd... An' I'm a-callin' I'm a-callin'!