| Fallen down, he’s too weary
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| Can’t get up, his eyes are blurry
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| Chinatown, he just fades away
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| He’s drunk up half his weight in sherry
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| Swallowed the apothecary
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| Whispering a farewell lullaby
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| I’ve seen enough in my old life
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| Just send an airmail to my wife
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| Tell her her hobo’s gone and died
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| And that my world is looking wide
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| He came to town 37 years ago
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| His hair was long
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| His eyes were blue
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| He lived down by the sea
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| Head full of poetry
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| Rock and roll and galleries
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| Nickel bags and happenings
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| The fall of '63
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| I’ve seen enough in my old life
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| Just send an airmail to my wife
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| Tell her her hobo’s gone and died
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| And that my world is looking wide
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| The years rolled by
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| 3rd and Broadway caught his eye
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| Black tar, speed and china white
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| Took it all away
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| Left him in ragged clothes
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| Cardboard boxes for a home
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| An old man when he should be young
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| Trashing through the day
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| I’ve seen enough in my old life
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| Just send an airmail to my wife
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| Tell her her hobo’s gone and died
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| And that my world is looking wide |