| We had an apartment in the city,
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| Me and Loretta liked living there.
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| Well, it’d been years since the kids had grown,
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| A life of their own left us alone.
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| John and Linda live in Omaha,
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| And Joe is somewhere on the road.
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| We lost Davy in the Korean war,
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| And I still don’t know what for, don’t matter anymore.
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| Chorus:
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| Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
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| And old rivers grow wilder ev’ry day.
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| Old people just grow lonesome
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| Waiting for someone to say, «Hello in there, hello.»
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| Me and Loretta, we don’t talk much more,
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| She sits and stares through the back door screen.
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| And all the news just repeats itself
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| Like some forgotten dream that we’ve both seen.
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| Someday I’ll go and call up Rudy,
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| We worked together at the factory.
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| But what could I say if asks «What's new?»
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| «Nothing, what’s with you? |
| Nothing much to do.»
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| Repeat Chorus:
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| So if you’re walking down the street sometime
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| And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
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| Please don’t just pass 'em by and stare
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| As if you didn’t care, say, «Hello in there, hello.» |