Lyric Bottles and Boxes

(Roger Murrah)

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.

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Too big and tattered the clothes that he s gathered
From boxes thrown into the street
He 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 but he doesn t notice
He goes right on bout his day
Living with bottles and boxes and papers
And pieces of life thrown away.

--- Instrumental ---

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...