mungo jerry - tramp lyrics
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the sun was low and the shadow was cold
on the pale drawn face that was wrinkled and old.
a newspaper coat hanging loose ’round his throat
and the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope.
his uncombed hair and eyes that would stare
at the people p-ssing by who didn’t know or didn’t care.
this poor old man he’s all alone
he’s got no money or no home of his own
the back street’s his kitchen, the footpath’s his hall
and the chalk on the brick work are the pictures on his wall.
and he lays down his head on the pavement, that’s his bed
and when he sleeps, his dreams fade away.
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he walks down the street with his hands in his coat
looking down at his feet for a dog-end he could smoke.
he thinks about food, good drinking and good fun
as he searches through the dustbins, his life almost done.
this poor old man he’s all alone
he’s got no money or no home of his own
the back street’s his kitchen, the footpath’s his hall
and the chalk on the brick work are the pictures on his wall.
and he lays down his head on the pavement, that’s his bed
and as he sleeps, his dreams fade away.
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