Part I: The Call

[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 passageways
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 ass!

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'!