Из альбома: Hard Times Hungrys [RCA Victor]
(Roger Murrah)
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day
He walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And anything else we'd throw down.
He's hump-backed and wrinkled but unlike Van Winkel
He doesn't sleep his life away
And he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder
Just what the old man has to say.
Some folks laugh at him but he doesn't notice
He goes right on bout his day
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And pieces of life thrown away.
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Too big and tattered the clothes that he's gathered
From boxes thrown into the street
He hides from the rain under store building ownings
And stays in a shade in the heat.
Sisters and mothers and daddys and brothers
He has none as far as I know
Just bottles and boxes they're his little Fort Knoxes
But to us they're just somethin' to throw.
Some folks laugh at him but he doesn't notice
He goes right on bout his day
Living with bottles and boxes and papers
And pieces of life thrown away.
--- Instrumental ---
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day
He walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And anything else we'd throw down...