| Well the old man looked down and this grandson
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| And he whispered this Penny’s for good luck
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| And then he opened his hand and showed him the coin
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| And the date on The Penny was 1911
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| And he said when you get older boy maybe you’ll understand
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| You see this Penny don’t shine anymore like it used to
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| And this Penny’s been lost and this Penny’s been found
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| This Penny’s been hid in the jar in the attic
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| And this Penny’s been buried in a car in the ground
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| This Penny’s seen wars and this Penny’s has seen the sunshine
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| This Penny’s felt teardrops and this Penny’s seen rain
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| And this Penny’s been with me since I was a young man
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| In fact this Penny’s is all of my life that remains.
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| And the old man seemed sad as he tried to remember
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| The stories he told of the life that he led
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| Why there was the one about the time the old Penny rolled down in the gutter
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| And he said why I can’t count the times that I took that old Penny to bed
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| Then he told how he lost everything that once mattered
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| Lost his wife, his money, his job, and then finally his health
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| He always held on to that old luck Penny
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| Lord was he proud of himself.
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| Well the boy took The Penny and wrapped it in a piece of cloth
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| And he placed it in his pocket
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| And he said thanks grandad and the old man just nodded
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| Then he walked to his bedroom and he laid down this head
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| They found him there the next mornin' he was layin' there dead
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| Then the boy reached into his pocket
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| And took out The Penny that his grandpa had givin' him
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| Slowly opened the old man’s hand and placed The Penny inside
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| Then he closed the old man’s fingers around the old coin
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| And let his hand lay on the old man’s chest
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| Grandpa he said there’s one place this old Penny hasn’t been
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| So you better take it with you now
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| And besides there’s not much you can buy with a Penny these days
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| And by the way grandpa, I love you. |