Bottles And Boxes — текст песни (Bobby Bare)





Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we`d throw down
He`s hump-backed and wrinkled but unlike Van Winkel he doesn`t sleep his life away
And he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder just what the old man has to say
Some folks laugh at him but he doesn`t notice he goes right on bout his day
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and pieces of life thrown away
[ piano ]
Too big and tattered the clothes that he`s gathered from boxes thrown into the street
He hides from the rain under store building ownings and stays in a shade in the heat
Sisters and mothers and daddys and brothers he has none as far as I know
Just bottles and boxes they`re his little Fort Knoxes
But to us they`re just somethin` to throw
Some folks laugh at him...
[ piano ]
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we`d throw down



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