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Twenty years ago |
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Saw a friend was walking by |
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And I stopped him on the street to ask him |
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How it went and all he did was cry |
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And I looked him in the face |
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But I couldn't see past his eyes |
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I asked him what the problem was |
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He says, here's your disguise |
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Now he's hardly getting over it |
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He's hardly getting used to getting by |
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Now he's hardly getting over it |
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He's hardly getting used to getting by, by |
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Old man lays |
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Down by the railroad tracks |
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Got no paper on his pocket |
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Got no paper on his back |
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And I asked him what the time was |
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He says, hit the road now, Jack |
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Went back to see him next week |
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He died of a heart attack and died away |
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Now he's hardly getting over it |
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He's hardly getting used to getting by |
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He's hardly getting over it |
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He's hardly getting used to getting by, by |
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Grandma, she was sick |
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And she is gonna die |
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And grandpa had a seizure |
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Moved into a hotel cell and died away |
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My parents |
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They just wonder |
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When they both are gonna die |
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And what'll I do when they die? |
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Well, I'm hardly getting over it |
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Hardly getting used to getting by |
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Hardly getting over it |
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Hardly getting used to getting by, by |
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Well, I'm hardly getting over it |
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Hardly getting by |
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Hardly getting over it |
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Hardly getting by |
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Hardly getting over it |
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Hardly getting by |
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Can hardly get it over it |
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Can hardly get by, by, goodbye |
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Hardly getting over it |
