| I’m William Callahan
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| I used to be a ramblin' man
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| I left home at seventeen
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| Hopped a freight to Birmingham
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| Started poor as Kentucky coal
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| Lined my pockets with Denver gold
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| I’ve been cold as Alaska snow
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| Searching for the sun
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| It was a long time ago
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| I had a restless soul
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| Trains come and whistles blow
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| I let 'em roll
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| This is my wife, Angeline
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| She used to be a cajun queen
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| I took her from the mayor’s son
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| Bourbon Street, New Orleans
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| She had a will no man could tame
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| She took her chances when they came
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| Left with me on a midnight train
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| Searching for the sun
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| It was a long time ago
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| She had a restless soul
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| Trains come and whistles blow
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| She let 'em roll
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| Trains roll, blowing steam
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| Through an old man and old woman’s dreams
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| We look in each other’s eyes
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| There ain’t a lot that we ain’t seen
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| We’d be out there running tonight
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| But we’ve run the race and fought the fight
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| We think we did alright
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| It was a long time ago
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| We had a restless soul
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| Trains come and whistles blow
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| We let 'em roll |