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
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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