| Down main streets
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| Down side streets
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| Makin his way through town he picks up pennies
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| Saves 'em for a rainy day
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| With callous feet he makes his way to see the sun sink in the bay
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| Lindy strolls around and around and around
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| Around and around and around
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| He plays piano at the church when nobody’s watchin'
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| Takes cigarettes from strangers and sometimes you see Him talkin' to
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| himself, laughin' to himself
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| Lindy strolls around and around and around
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| Around and around and around
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| Lindy’s seen it all
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| Storms and hurricanes
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| Some say he’s insane
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| No one knows his last name
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| But I believe
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| He’s the salt of the Earth
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| Just look past his dirty shirt and you will see just what he’s worth
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| Lindy strolls around and around and around
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| Around and around and around
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| He plays piano at the church when nobody’s watchin'
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| Takes cigarettes from strangers and sometimes you see
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| him talkin' to himself, laughin' to himself
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| Lindy strolls around and around and around
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| Around and around and around
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| Ooooh
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| He plays piano at the church when nobody’s watchin'
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| Takes cigarettes from strangers and sometimes you see
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| Him talkin' to himself, laughin' to himself
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| Lindy strolls around and around and around
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| Around and around and around
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| Lindy strolls around and around and around
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| Ooooh |