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Twenty years ago, saw a friend walking by

 And I stopped him on the street to ask him how it went

 And all he did was cry

 I looked him in the face, but I couldn’t see past his eyes

 Asked him what the problem was, he says “Here is your disguise”

 Now he’s hardly getting over it, hardly getting used to getting by

Hardly getting over it, hardly getting used to getting by by it

Old man lays down by the railroad tracks

 Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back

 I asked him what the time was, he says “Hit the road now Jack”

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

Hardly getting over it, hardly getting used to getting by by it

Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die

 And Grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away

 My parents, they 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

Hardly getting over it, hardly getting used to getting by by it