Текст песни Bobby Bare - Bottles and Boxes
Bobby Bare - Bottles and Boxes слова песни
(Roger Murrah)
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.
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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 but he doesn`t notice
He goes right on bout his day
Living with bottles and boxes and papers
And pieces of life thrown away.
--- Instrumental ---
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...