Twenty years ago, saw a friend was 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
Old may 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
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