| Through the years you wasted
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| I waited patiently
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| While the joys you tasted
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| Not a word from me Now that age is creeping
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| Cross your pale gray brow
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| T’aint no use in weeping
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| It’s too late now
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| Hey you old man sitting
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| By the lonesome road
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| It’s about time you’re quitting
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| Life’s old tiresome mode
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| You’re so sad and lonely
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| Got no family
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| Just an old man from some old country
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| You ain’t sired no chillun'
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| Ain’t none by your side
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| You left all your women
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| Whooo ain’t you satisfied
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| Don’t just sit there clinging to a memory
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| Of a love left in some old country
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| No nobody needs you old man
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| 'cause nobody calls your name
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| And nobody even whispers
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| Oh what a doggone shame
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| So the cold grim reaper
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| Has no sympathy
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| You won’t see your homeland
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| 'cept through me You won’t see your homeland
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| 'cept through me Stop crying
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| Age is creeping
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| You won’t see your homeland
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| 'cept through me |