Twenty years agosaw a friend was walking by

And I stopped him on the street to ask him

How it wentand all he did was cry

I looked him in the facebut I couldn't see past his eyes

Asked him what the problem washe says "here is your disguise"



Now he's hardly getting over it

Hardly getting used to getting by



Old may lays down by the railroad tracks

Got no paper in his pocketgot no paper on his back

I asked him what the time washe says "hit the road nowjack"

Went back to see him next week

He died of a heart attack and died away



Now he's hardly getting over it

Hardly getting used to getting by



Grandmashe got sickshe is going to die

And grandpa had a seizuremoved into a hotel cell and died away

My parentsthey just wonder when they both are going to die

And what do I do when they die? 



Now I'm hardly getting over it

Hardly getting used to getting by