There was an old man
Who lived by the tracks
Didn't have much of nothing
Just the clothes on his back
When the train whistle would blow
He would just bow his head
And think back in time, when life was real slow
Mumble-ling to himself, this is all he said
Why, oh why Lord, I'm just an old man?
Why did this have to, happen to me?
I'm just an old man, with a worn out hip and knee
Never done anybody no wrong, I just try to get along
They burned down my shack
That stood high on the hill
They shot my one eyed dog
He was my closest friend
They came in the night
When the moon was on high
And left in the morning, before the break of day
Because I am an old man, I didn't put up a good fight
But I pray that someday, "GOD" will wash their sins away
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