Текст песни Bobby Bare - Bottles And Boxes
Bobby Bare - Bottles And Boxes слова песни
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his roundsPicking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we`d throw downHe`s hump-backed and wrinkled but unlike Van Winkel he doesn`t sleep his life awayAnd he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder just what the old man has to saySome folks laugh at him but he doesn`t notice he goes right on bout his dayPicking 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 streetHe hides from the rain under store building ownings and stays in a shade in the heatSisters and mothers and daddys and brothers he has none as far as I knowJust bottles and boxes they`re his little Fort KnoxesBut to us they`re just somethin` to throwSome folks laugh at him...[ piano ]Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his roundsPicking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we`d throw down