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The streets are quiet now

not like in the days you knew

the ghosts still haunt the walk

from the years when your worries were few

is it true you had only one girl

and that girl you later married?

but in your wilder years you never fell

and the burdens of your heart were never carried?

was it all about your family during the day

and your friends when the sun set?

and the old hotel bar was the center of town

and was where you and your mates often met

so this was once the town that never slept

and you were a youth much like me

times, im sure, we're different then

but much more than an old man is what i see

a man whos' work you never denied

your family always came before yourself

who grew from a careless youth

and a tired old man w/ a heart of gold is what is now left

so as i walk these streets you once danced

and see where the buildings once stood

where you spent your younger years

i realize that i am indeed of your blood

a young bloke whos enjoyed the drink

and making of an easy dime

our family and pride

we would die for at any time

the path you chose was rough and hard

and im bound to take that road

and i will forever hold in my heart

the stories of hardship you have often told

your ways were calm

and rairly did you raise a hand

but your temper was one not to provoke

and im sure there were times you had to make 'em understand

you are known by many an ear

and every mouth who speaks your name speaks of respect

and everyone remembers to say mister and sir

to this burly man of the people with fists of iron and untarnished intellect

Your years have left their scars

just as they have left you with smiles

but knowing i am of you

will help me fight the worst of trials

and stand strong with my arms crossed

with that ol' Caldwell grin

knowing its in my blood

for my family,friends,and pride to, forever, defend

so my hats off to you, old man

my name will forever carry you

i was formed from your mold

although im a bit rowdier, this is true

and although my father has passed

and your son was layed to rest

the two men who share my name

are truly of the best

so i look to you when the times

are sure to bring on all hell

and i'll stand tall and fight

fight like you,fight like my father, fight like a Caldwell