Let me tell you a tale

of Colossal Cave,

When a band of four outlaws

nearly made it their grave.

Well they robbed the S.P.

Of a shipment of gold,

Had the law on their trail

Long before it got cold.

Long before it got cold.

Then those outlaws rode hard

Til their horses quit,

So they hid in this cavern

Deep as hombres could git.

There was sixty-two grand

In the gold they had stole,

When the posse saw them

Sneaking into this hole.

Sneaking into this hole.

For a week they stood guard

Till a man from town

Told about four hombres

Who were bragging around.

They said the sheriff was dumb

Far beyond any doubt,

'Cause the cave that he watched

Had another way out!

It had another way out.

So the Sheriff rode back,

Got to town at noon,

And discovered those outlaws

In the corner Saloon.

Well, he was quick on the draw,

Shooting three of them dead,

But the fourth one gave in,

Hands up over his head.

Hands up over his head.

Well he served eighteen years

For his evil crime,

But the day he got out

He was well paid for his time.

Well he recovered the gold

and he covered his tracks.

All they found in the Cave

Were the old money sacks!

Were the old money sacks.

That's the story they told

Back in 'eighty-four,

And the moral is part of 

Old Colossal Cave lore:

"Put your gold in a place

Where it's safe to store,

 And make sure that your hideout

Has a secret back door,

Has a secret back door, 

Has a secret back door!"