have you seen the old menthat lean on the wallsof salvation
hallsin the streets of your town
you can't have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe is the
trouble you want to remove
in the parks about sundownhe makes his bedhis shoes are a
pillow for his head
have you seen the young menthat look so oldthey'd rather
have the cold dark lonely road
have you ever wonderedwhy do they goleaving the tv and the
automo
you can see them hailing trucks down the open roadyou wave
your thumb and you hop on boardyou ain't got no keeper you
don't need a friendI betcha wish you were the sameyeah I
betcha wish you were the same
have you seen the old menwe lean on the wallsof salvation
hallsin the streets of your townwe're just a little shadywe
get a little crazyin the streets of your town
in the parks about sundownwe lay our headsour shoes are our
pillowthe grass our beddon't need no keeperand don't need no
friendI betcha wish you were the sameyeah I betcha wish you
were the same
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