The skeptic
Wade Tolley
An 18-year-old West Texas mucker and rockabilly singer who becomes a penny-stock salesman. Narrates the story at 92.
Bright rockabilly over furious lyrics.
A rock opera from Psalms 90–106
In Moab, Utah, during the 1950s uranium boom, a young Texas rock-and-roller betrays the poor preacher who took him in, and spends seventy years finding his way back.
Words and story by Darrell Best
20 songs · two acts · 1952–1957 and 2026
The story
It is April 2026. In a shuttered tin-roofed church on the Colorado River, a 92-year-old man named Wade Tolley sits down at a dusty upright piano. A young real estate agent named Lainie has a buyer who wants the church's water right for a resort. Wade won't sign, and he starts to explain why.
The story goes back to August 1952, when Wade rode into Moab on an ore truck with a guitar, the week the uranium boom began. Trailers parked under every cottonwood, penny stocks sold out of café booths, and the mines filled men's lungs with radon while the government kept quiet.
Wade fell in with Rev. Eli Corder, a poor Pentecostal preacher dying of the radium mines he worked as a boy, and then he sold him out.
The show follows Book IV of the Psalms, Psalms 90 through 106, from start to finish. Book IV begins with Moses, declares that the Lord reigns, and ends by remembering: God's faithfulness, the people's forgetting, and a plea to be gathered home.
"So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab." Deuteronomy 34:5
Like Moses, Eli dies in Moab before the rain comes. Seventy years later, Wade finally sings his song.
Prologue · 2026
An old man, a sale contract and a song he hasn't played in seventy years.
Act I · 1952–1954
The boom, the betrayal and the fire. Wade walks away with Pruitt's envelope.
Act II · 1955–1957
The cost: a widow's orchard, a preacher's well, a shaft collapse, and rain at a grave.
The cast
The old town is Latter-day Saint orchards, the ward chapel and the irrigation company. The boomtown is Texans, miners, promoters, beer joints and trailer camps. Eli's tabernacle sits on the riverbank between them. Every character is fictional.
The skeptic
An 18-year-old West Texas mucker and rockabilly singer who becomes a penny-stock salesman. Narrates the story at 92.
Bright rockabilly over furious lyrics.
The old preacher
Pastor of the Full Gospel Tabernacle. Mucked radium ore as a boy, and the mine is killing him now. Takes Wade in.
An operatic ballad that climbs to one long, high note.
The old town's conscience
LDS bishop, orchard man and irrigation-company director. Eli's oldest friend since they mined radium together in 1914.
A warm, steady bass-baritone hymn line.
The king of Psalm 101
County commissioner and president of a penny-stock company sold out of a café booth. Survives the collapse, and forgets.
Pounding boogie-woogie piano rock and roll.
The sufferer of Psalm 102
A Hispano widow whose family has farmed an orchard in Spanish Valley since coming north from New Mexico.
Northern New Mexico folk ballad, in English and Spanish.
Caught between
Eli's granddaughter and Wade's sweetheart, raised between two churches, like her Moabite namesake.
A clear, plain soprano.
The government
A polite Atomic Energy Commission field man with the 1952 radon warning in his briefcase.
He never sings. He never raises his voice.
The present day
Ruth's granddaughter, a Moab real estate agent who came to sell the tabernacle and ends up leading the homecoming.
The voice of 2026.
The songs
Twenty songs, one for each psalm of Book IV plus a reprise, a confession and a finale. Open any song to read its lyrics.
Revival tent on the riverbank, the week the boom begins
Before the red rock rose up from the sand
Before the river cut down through the land
You were our shelter, you were our home
Older than mountains, older than stone
We come from the dust and we turn back again
A thousand years pass like a night to you, then
The grass in the morning stands golden and green
By evening it's gone like it never had been
Teach us to number our days
Teach us the worth of each breath, each year
Give us a heart that knows how to be living
Turn back to us, Lord, oh, draw near
Seventy summers, if strength holds, some more
Most of them trouble and toil at the door
They're cut off so quickly, they're gone like a sigh
And we're carried away like the dust in the sky
Fill us at sunrise with love that holds true
Give us back gladness for the years we've come through
Let our children see what your hand has done
And make what we build with these hands carry on
Teach us to number our days
Teach us the worth of each breath, each year
Give us a heart that knows how to be living
Turn back to us, Lord, oh, draw near
Draw near
You were our shelter
You were our home
Digger's graveside after a dog-hole cave-in
(piano, wind)
Whoever makes a home in the hidden place
Whoever rests where the Highest gives his shade
Can say to the Lord, "You're my fortress and my wall
My God, I'm trusting you through it all"
Under his wings you will find your cover
Under his feathers, safe from harm
His faithfulness a shield around you
Hold on, he holds you in his arms
You won't be afraid of the terror in the night
Or the arrow that flies in the broad daylight
The sickness that creeps when the dark comes down
Or the ruin that lays the noonday low
He'll tell his angels to watch you where you go
They'll lift you in their hands on the rocky road
When you call on him, he'll answer from above
"I'll be with you in trouble, I'll show you my love"
Under his wings you will find your cover
Under his feathers, safe from harm
His faithfulness a shield around you
Hold on, he holds you in his arms
Digger's graveside after a dog-hole cave-in
Preacher says the angels gonna hold you in their hands
Says you'll never hit a stone, says you'll always land
Well the roof came down on Digger in a dog hole in the rock
Where were all your angels, Lord, were they waitin' on the clock?
Under his wings, under his wings
Tell me where's the shelter, tell me where's the shade
Under his wings, under his wings
Digger's in the ground and the angels stayed away
Under his wings...
(guitar sting)
Beer joint vs. Sunday morning chapel
Oh, how good to give you thanks
To sing your name on high
To tell your love when morning breaks
Your faithfulness at night
Well it's Saturday night and the ore check's in
The muckers rollin' down off the mesa
Got a ten-string guitar and a three-two beer
Gonna dance till the sun comes up
(Choir) Sunday morning, sing it out
(Wade) Saturday night, shout it out
Play it on the strings of ten
Till the morning comes again
The righteous grow like the palm tree tall
Like the cedars on the hill
Still bearing fruit when they're gray and old
Still green and growing still
Preacher says the wicked spring up like the grass
And they're gone by the end of fall
Well the grass ain't sprung in three long years
So I guess we're saints, y'all
(Choir) Sunday morning, sing it out
(Wade) Saturday night, shout it out
Play it on the strings of ten
Till the morning comes again
Signs in the sky: a Nevada test flash, a saucer, a rainmaker's rockets
The Lord is king, he's dressed in light
He's wrapped himself in strength
He set the world down on its stones
And it will never shake
Your throne was set before all time
Before the first of days
You were the Lord before the dawn
And you will always reign
The rivers have risen, Lord
The rivers lift their voice
The rivers raise their roar
The deep makes all its noise
But higher than the thunder
Of the breakers of the sea
The Lord on high is mightier
Than the waters ever be
Did you see the light out west before the dawn?
Did you see the saucer sailin' over the stone?
Buy a doodlebug, mister, it'll find you the ore
Fire the rockets to the sky and make it pour
Let the rivers come alive
Let the water hit the ground
The rivers have risen, Lord
The rivers lift their voice
The rivers raise their roar
The deep makes all its noise
But higher than the thunder
Of the breakers of the sea
The Lord on high is mightier
Than the waters ever be
Your word is sure, your house is holy
For all the length of days
The doodlebug man's tailgate pitch when the rain doesn't come
Step right up, you uranium men, gather round my truck
Throw away that Geiger box, you're wastin' all your luck
I got a little box of science, wires and dials and such
Got a red light on the top and it don't cost all that much
Doodlebug! (Doodlebug!) Doodlebug rock!
Find the ore in the canyon, find it under the rock
Red light blinkin', you're a millionaire
Doodlebug, doodlebug, it's runnin' on air
It runs on the magnetic force that holds the world in place
Same as them flyin' saucers fallin' out of outer space
I seen one by the wreckage with three little men inside
Took the engine to my laboratory, built this on the side
Doodlebug! (Doodlebug!) Doodlebug rock!
Find the ore in the canyon, find it under the rock
Red light blinkin', you're a millionaire
Doodlebug, doodlebug, it's runnin' on air
It sank seventeen submarines out on the China Sea
Cures your mama's arthritis and your daddy's trick knee
But don't you ever pry it open, son, don't you take a look
The government wired it with dynamite, it's in the secret book
Well I seen that box at the surplus store, two-fifty and a dime
That red light blinks at anything, it blinks at quittin' time
(Eli, from the crowd) Shame on all who serve the carved thing
And brag about their idols, every one
(Wade) Mister, that bug couldn't find a hole in the ground
If you dropped it in one
Doodlebug! (Doodlebug!) Doodlebug rock!
Find the ore in the canyon, find it under the rock
Red light blinkin', you're a millionaire
Doodlebug, doodlebug, it's runnin' on air
(Professor) Twenty dollars, folks, who's next?
(Crowd) Sold!
The Uranium Burger café and Pruitt's stock booth
Well the promoter's got a Cadillac, the government's got a plan
The commissioner signs the paper and they're sellin' off the land
They're sellin' mines on paper while the orchard turns to dust
And they're laughin' at the courthouse: "Ain't nobody watchin' us"
They're callin' in the widow's note, sellin' shares in empty holes
Made it legal with a fountain pen, and they're buyin' up our souls
Man in a gray suit swears the air down there is clean
Got a letter in his briefcase sayin' what he's seen
How long? (how long) How long? (how long)
How long you gonna let 'em win?
How long? (how long) How long? (how long)
'Fore you rise up and step on in?
Get up, Judge of all the earth
Pay 'em back what their pride is worth
How long? How long?
Now the preacher says you made the ear, so I know you hear me fine
And you're the one who made the eye, so you seen 'em cross the line
Preacher says you'll catch me when my foot begins to slide
Well I been slippin' all year long, Lord, are you on my side?
How long? (how long) How long? (how long)
How long you gonna let 'em win?
How long? (how long) How long? (how long)
'Fore you rise up and step on in?
Get up, Judge of all the earth
Pay 'em back what their pride is worth
How long? How long?
How long...
The irrigation company meeting over water shares
Come on, let's sing to the Lord
Let's shout to the Rock who saves
Come to him with thanks in our mouths
With music and songs of praise
The deep places of the earth are in his hand
The mountain heights are his
He made the sea, and it belongs to him
And the dry land, too, is his
Come, let us bow down
Kneel before the Lord who made us
He is our God, we're the flock in his field
The sheep in his hand
If you hear him speak today
Don't let your hearts turn stone
Like your fathers at the Place of Quarreling
With the dust upon their tongues
At the Place of Testing in the wilderness
They tried him, though they'd seen his hand
Forty years he grieved that generation
They never knew his way
Don't sell the ditch for paper
Don't trade the stream for gold
If you hear him speak today
Don't harden your soul
Come, let us bow down
Kneel before the Lord who made us
He is our God, we're the flock in his field
The sheep in his hand
Today
Today...
The Uranium Days dance
Got a song nobody's sung before
Gonna sing it to the Lord
All the earth, come raise it up
Tell it out from door to door
Tell the nations what he's done
Tell 'em every single day
All their idols ain't but nothin'
He's the one who made the stars
Sing it new, sing it loud
Sing it to the Lord right now
All the earth, all the earth
Give him glory, give him praise
¡Cántale, tierra entera!
Sing it new, sing it loud
Bring an offering, come on in
Come into his courts today
Bow before him, dressed in splendor
Tremble, all the earth, and say
"The Lord is king," tell all the nations
"The world is steady, it won't move
He will judge the people fairly
He will judge the world with truth"
Let the heavens be glad, let the earth rejoice
Let the river roar with all it holds
Let the fields be happy and the cottonwoods
Sing for joy before the Lord
For he's comin', he's comin'
To set the whole world right
Sing it new, sing it loud
Sing it to the Lord right now
All the earth, all the earth
Give him glory, give him praise
¡Cántale, tierra entera!
Sing it new, sing it loud
Trailer-camp fire, no pressure in the hoses
Clouds and darkness all around him
Justice is the ground beneath his throne
Fire is running out before him
Burning everything it's shown
His lightning lights the whole world up
The earth sees it and shakes
The mountains melt like candle wax
Before the Lord of all the earth
The Lord is king! (The Lord is king!)
Let the people tremble
The Lord is king! (The Lord is king!)
Let the whole earth shake
Form the line! (Form the line!)
Pass the bucket! (Pass the bucket!)
The Lord is king! (The Lord is king!)
Let the rivers clap their hands
Let the hills sing out for joy
But there's no rain inside this thunder
Just the fire and the noise
All you who love the Lord, hate evil
He will guard the ones who stand
Light is sown for the righteous
And gladness for the honest heart
Moses and Aaron called his name
Samuel called his name
They cried out to the Lord, and he answered them
He spoke from the pillar of cloud
Cry out! (Cry out!) Cry out! (Cry out!)
And he will answer you
The Lord is king! (The Lord is king!)
Let the people tremble
The Lord is king! (The Lord is king!)
Let the whole earth shake
Form the line! (Form the line!)
Pass the bucket! (Pass the bucket!)
The Lord is king! (The Lord is king!)
The celebration; Pruitt's envelope
Shout out to the Lord, all you lands
Serve him with a happy heart
Come before him singing loud
Every soul and every part
Know it, know it, the Lord is God
He made us, we are his
We're his people and the sheep in his field
That's the way it is
Come in through his gates with thanks
Come into his courts with praise
Thank him and bless his name
All your nights and all your days
For the Lord is good, the Lord is good
His love goes on and on
His faithfulness to every generation
Every daughter, every son
Know it, know it, the Lord is God
He made us, we are his
We're his people and the sheep in his field
That's the way it is
His faithfulness to every generation
Well, every generation but mine
Pruitt's re-election rally and stock pitch
I'll sing of mercy and of justice
To you, O Lord, I'll sing
I'll walk a road that's blameless
In everything
When will you come to me?
I'll walk with an honest heart
Inside my own house
From the very start
A perfect way, a perfect way
I'll keep my hands clean every day
No crooked thing before my eyes
A perfect way
The man who slanders his neighbor in secret
I will not let him stay
The proud eye and the swollen heart
I'll send them on their way
My eyes will look for the faithful
That they may sit with me
No liar will stand in my presence
No cheat will dwell with me
Sign right here, ma'am, it's a penny a share
Uranium's the future and it's safe as prayer
Sign right here, sir, the Commissioner looks after you
Here's a fountain pen, now your ship's comin' through
A perfect way, a perfect way
I'll keep my hands clean every day
No crooked thing before my eyes
A perfect way
Every morning I'll clean up this town
(applause)
Lupe signs over her orchard
Óyeme, Señor, no escondas de mí tu rostro
In the day the trouble comes
My days go up like chimney smoke
And my bones burn like the sun
My heart is cut down like the grass
And withered where it lies
My bread is ashes, and my cup
Is salted from my eyes
Like a wild bird far from water
Like an owl in the ruins of home
I lie awake and keep my watch
Like a sparrow on the rooftop, all alone
Como gorrión, solita en el techo
Mis días se van como sombra al caer
But you, Lord, you remain forever
Your name goes on through every year
You will rise and show this town your mercy
The time to favor her is near
For your servants love her fallen stones
And they weep over her dust
You look down from heaven on the prisoner
And you hear the cry of every one of us
Long ago you laid the ground beneath us
And the heavens are the work of your hands
They'll wear out like an old work shirt
You'll change them out, but you still stand
Tú eres el mismo, tus años no tienen fin
Los hijos de tus siervos volverán
Like a wild bird far from water
Like an owl in the ruins of home
I lie awake and keep my watch
Like a sparrow on the rooftop, all alone
Como gorrión, solita en el techo
Pero tú, Señor, permaneces
Como gorrión...
Solita...
Eli's sickbed; the well is sold
Forty years I've known you, Eli
Since we mucked the yellow rock
Down in Paradox for radium
Two boys and one candle lamp
You went off to preach the fire
I came home to plow the ground
Now they tell me you're the sick one
And they tell me what they found
Don't you mourn me, Brother Larsen
I have counted up my days
Every kindness he has shown me
I won't forget, I'll give him praise
He forgives the wrong I've done
He's the healer of my bones
He pulls my life up from the pit
And he crowns me as his own
As far as morning is from evening
That's how far he throws our wrongs away
Like a father with his children
He has mercy on the ones who pray
That boy you raised has sold your well
Signed it for a fistful of stock
Half my ward has done the same
Traded water shares for rock
(Eli) He knows what we are made of, Brother
(Bishop) He remembers we are dust
(Both) Our days are like the summer grass
Like a flower in the gust
The wind blows over and it's gone
Its place won't know it anymore
But his love goes on forever
To our children's children
Keep the door open
Keep the door
As far as morning is from evening
That's how far he throws our wrongs away
(Bishop) All is well, all is well
(Eli) Like a father with his children
(Both) He has mercy on the ones who stray
(Bishop) All is well
(Eli) Keep the door
Night among the arches
You wrap yourself in light like a coat
You stretch the sky out like a tent
You ride the clouds like a wagon
You walk on the wings of the wind
You send the springs into the canyons
They run between the stone
The wild things come and drink there
The birds sing in the cottonwoods
Well the springs ran low in '56, old man
The river's down to stone
The orchard leaves are curlin' up
The cattle skin and bone
If he waters every mountain
Then he's sure forgot this one
All I see is a sky of stars
And a sky of burnin' sun
O Lord, how many are your works
In wisdom you made them all
The earth is full of what you've made
The great things and the small
The high ledges for the bighorn
The rocks are a home for the small
You made the moon to mark the seasons
The sun knows when to fall
You bring the dark and it is night
The coyotes cry for their bread from you
The sun comes up, they slip away
And a man goes out to work till it's through
They all look to you to feed them
You open your hand, they're filled
You hide your face and they are troubled
You take their breath, and they are still
They go back down into the dust
But you send your breath again
And you make the face of the ground brand new
O Lord, how many are your works
(Wade) I don't know, old man
(Both) The earth is full of what you've made
Eli's last sermon: Moab's whole history
Give thanks to the Lord and call his name
Tell the people what he's done
Remember all the wonders that he worked
And the judgments of his tongue
He made a promise to Abraham
And he kept it a thousand years
"I will give you the land of Canaan
As the portion that is yours"
When we were few in number
Just a handful, strangers in the land
Wandering from nation to nation
He held us in his hand
The Utes rode this country first
The mountain and the stream
Then forty Saints came down the trail
In eighteen fifty-five, a dream
They built a fort, it didn't hold
They buried three and ran
Then a cowboy found the empty fort
And was driven off again
In 'seventy-eight we came again
With a wagon and a plow
We dug the ditch and set the peach
And we're the old-timers now
They named it Moab from the Book
The land where Moses died
But the Lord who led us through the sand
Was walkin' at our side
Mi abuelo vino del norte
From the Río Arriba hills
We built your fences, picked your fruit
Y el Señor siempre estaba allí
I dug the yellow rock for radium
When I was just a boy
Now the whole world's diggin' after it
And callin' it their joy
He sent a man before them, Joseph
Sold to be a slave in chains
He brought them out of Egypt
With the silver and the gold
He spread a cloud to cover them
And a fire to light the night
He split the rock and the water ran
Like a river through the dry land
For he remembered his holy promise
For he remembered
When we were few in number
Just a handful, strangers in the land
Wandering from nation to nation
He held us in his hand
He held us in his hand
Pruitt's shaft party, the collapse, the crash, the confession
Well the Commissioner's sinkin' a shaft tonight
Pour the whiskey, raise your glass
We got a golden bull on the stock exchange
A bull that eats the grass
Dance on the headframe, dance on the floor
We don't need the rain no more
We forgot who brought us here
Forgot, forgot, forgot
We wanted meat out in the wilderness
We wanted more than bread
He gave us everything we asked
And a hunger in our heads
We danced for Baal at Peor
On the plains of Moab land
Paper gold in every pocket
And a bottle in each hand
Dance on the headframe, dance on the floor
We don't need the rain no more
We forgot who brought us here
Forgot, forgot, forgot
The confession after the collapse
The ground caved in and swallowed down
The headframe, gold and crowd
Like the earth that opened in the wilderness
And buried the proud
I sold the water, I sold the well
I sold the preacher's door
I sold the widow paper mines
For a fountain pen and more
And I saw the letter in the café
I knew what was in the air
I sent them down into the dark
And I never said a prayer
We have done wrong like our fathers
We have gone crooked, we have gone astray
They forgot the God who saved them
And I forgot the same
Many times he pulled them out
And many times they turned
But when he heard them crying
He looked on them and yearned
He remembered his promise
He was sorry in his love
Lord, if you hear me crying
Look on me from above
We have done wrong like our fathers
We have gone crooked, we have gone astray
They forgot the God who saved them
And I forgot the same
Lord, remember me
Eli's grave, April 1957; the rain
When they were scattered, when they cried
He looked down on their pain
He heard them calling in the dark
And remembered them again
He kept his promise, turned his heart
He let his mercy show
Even the ones who held them captive
Took pity long ago
Save us, O Lord our God
Gather us home from far away
From every town where we have scattered
Bring us back, bring us back
That we may thank your holy name
And sing your praise again
Sálvanos, Señor, Dios nuestro
Júntanos de entre las naciones
Que cantemos tu santo nombre
Y nos gloriemos en tu alabanza
Save us, O Lord our God
Gather us home from far away
From every town where we have scattered
Bring us back, bring us back
That we may thank your holy name
And sing your praise again
Bring us back...
The tabernacle, April 2026
If the Lord had not been my help
I'd have gone down to the silence long ago
When I said, "My foot is slipping"
Your love held me, Lord, it held me so
When the worries crowded in me
And my thoughts were more than I could bear
Your comfort brought my soul to gladness
You were always, always there
Teach us to number our days
Teach us the worth of each breath, each year
Give us a heart that knows how to be living
You turned back to us, Lord, you're here
Fill us in the morning with your steady love
Make us glad for all the years we wept
Llénanos de tu amor al amanecer
Por los años que vimos el mal
Let your servants see the work you've done
And let our children see your glory
Teach us to number our days
Teach us the worth of each breath, each year
Give us a heart that knows how to be living
You turned back to us, Lord, you're here
He remembers his promise forever
The word he gave a thousand generations
From the ages past to the ages to come
His love is on the ones who fear his name
And his justice to their children's children
Many times he pulled them from the pit
And many times they turned and went their way
He did not pay them back for what they did
He heard them crying, and he looked their way
¡Griten de alegría, toda la tierra!
Vengan con cantos ante él
Él nos hizo, y suyos somos
Su pueblo, ovejas de su campo
Teach us to number our days
Teach us the worth of each breath, each year
Give us a heart that knows how to be living
You turned back to us, Lord, you're here
Let your beauty rest upon us, Lord
Make firm the work of our hands
Yes, the work of our hands
Make it stand
How long? I asked you, how long?
I hollered at the sky till my voice was gone
But you were my high tower all along
My rock, the place I run to, all along
How long?
Not long
You were my refuge all along
Praise to the Lord, the God of our fathers
From ages past to the ages to come
Let all of the people answer
Let all of the people sing
Amen (Amen!)
Hallelujah (Hallelujah!)
Amen (Amen!)
Hallelujah
Amen
The real history
The characters are invented. The town, the boom and the danger were real.
1,200 → 6,000
Moab's population before the boom and at its peak, by most accounts.
1952
The year the Public Health Service warned the Atomic Energy Commission that radon was killing miners. The AEC said nothing.
16 million
Tons of uranium mill tailings removed from the Moab riverbank by 2026.
Sources include Utah Historical Quarterly, Utah History to Go, the University of Utah Marriott Library, the Science History Institute and the U.S. Department of Energy's Moab UMTRA Project. For more, read Raye C. Ringholz, Uranium Frenzy.
How it was made
The story, characters, setting and lyrics were written by Darrell Best. Every song is adapted from the psalm it is named for, using public-domain English translations (the King James and World English Bible), with some lines in Spanish.
The history comes from Darrell's own research into the Colorado Plateau uranium boom.
The music was produced with Suno, an AI music tool, from Darrell's lyrics and his style direction for each character's voice. The lyric videos were made from those recordings.
No real person appears as a character, and no existing song or artist is copied.
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Darrell Best is an investigative journalist and the host of the Edge of the Story podcast. He speaks on the Psalms, the uranium boom and the story behind the show.