| Caleb Myer he lived alone in them hollering pines
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| He made a little whiskey for himself
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| Said it helped pass the time
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| Long one evening in the back of my house
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| Caleb come around
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| He called my name till I went out
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| With no one else around
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| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
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| Wear them rattling chains
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| When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name
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| Where’s your husband, Nellie Cane
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| Where’s your darling gone?
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| Did he go on down the mountain side
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| And leave you all alone?
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| My husband’s gone to bowling green
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| To do some business there
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| And Caleb threw that bottle down
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| Grabbed me by my hair
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| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
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| Wear them rattling chains
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| When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name
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| He threw me in the needle bed
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| Across my dress he lay
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| Pinned my hands above my head
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| And I commenced to pray
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| I cried, «My God, I am your child
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| Send your angels down»
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| Then feeling with my finger tips
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| The bottle neck I found
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| I drew that glass across his neck
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| Fine as any blade
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| Then I felt his blood run hot and fast
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| Around me where I laid
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| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
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| Wear them rattling chains
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| When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name
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| Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
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| Wear them rattling chains
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| When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name |