Willian Brown
William Brown, a tobacco man
Left North Carolina when he sold his land
He took a train to Omaha
Stayed there with some friends he had
And he didn't mind the dust
And he didn't mind the wind
And he didn't mind the cold
And he didn't miss home
And he liked the people
And he liked the town
So he built himself a house beside the river
And he sent for his children
And he sent for his cars
And he bought himself a little business that would run itself
And he didn't mind the dust
And he didn't mind the wind
And he didn't mind the cold
And he didn't miss home
Willian Brown
William Brown, un hombre del tabaco
Dejó Carolina del Norte cuando vendió su tierra
Tomó un tren a Omaha
Se quedó allí con algunos amigos que tenía
Y no le importaba el polvo
Y no le importaba el viento
Y no le importaba el frío
Y no extrañaba su hogar
Y le gustaba la gente
Y le gustaba la ciudad
Así que se construyó una casa junto al río
Y mandó llamar a sus hijos
Y mandó llamar a sus autos
Y se compró un pequeño negocio que se manejaría solo
Y no le importaba el polvo
Y no le importaba el viento
Y no le importaba el frío
Y no extrañaba su hogar
Escrita por: Randy Newman