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We had an apartment in the city, |
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Me and Loretta liked living there. |
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Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown, |
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A life of their own left us alone. |
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John and Linda live in Omaha, |
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And Joe is somewhere on the road. |
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We lost Davy in the Korean war, |
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And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore. |
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Chorus: |
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Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger, |
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And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day. |
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Old people just grow lonesome |
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Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello." |
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Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more, |
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She sits and stares through the back door screen. |
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And all the news just repeats itself |
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Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen. |
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Someday I'll go and call up Rudy, |
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We worked together at the factory. |
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But what could I say if asks "What's new?" |
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"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do." |
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Repeat Chorus: |
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So if you're walking down the street sometime |
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And spot some hollow ancient eyes, |
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Please don't just pass 'em by and stare |
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As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello." |