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My great great GrandfatherProspected for goldIn the wilds of AlaskaIn the Yukon coldMy great GrandfatherFought the Civil WarOn the side of the SouthIn the Infantry CorpsMy own GrandfatherWas a hell of a manHe rode Rock Island RailroadIn the blowing sandAll this makes me wonderWhat they'll say about meOh he was just some fool ramblerDyin to be freeO-o-oh, I need one good woman to pull me throughO-o-oh, I got one good woman just like youMy great great GrandmotherWore a calico gownShe had a double-barreled shotgunThat she never set downMy great GrandmotherWas a Cherokee brideYou could find her every eveningDown by the riversideMy own GrandmotherHad a heart of goldShe had eyes like an AngelAnd an ocean for a SoulAll this makes me wonderWhat they'll say about meOh he was just some fool ramblerDyin to be freeO-o-oh, I need one good woman to pull me throughO-o-oh, I got one good woman just like you!