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In a small town where all knew all
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Wandered a peasant lady nobody knew
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But her only friend was a young boy
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Brought her hot tea and leftover stew
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In those burning wintry Decembers
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He’d pick dirty pennies up off the cold street
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And while his mother was out Christmas shopping,
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He’d say, “Come on in, warm your feet

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As long as you share with me stories.”
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So she spoke, “I’m a product of war.
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My mother never knew who she could be
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As my father lay drunk on the floor.”
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And she spoke of the cart that she wheeled
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Had keys with no locks and guitars with no strings
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And a puzzle that could never be finished
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This is my home, these broken things



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Ah, but the boy went on to be taught in the schools
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To not talk to strangers, and don’t feed the fools
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Grew older and further and of her, forgot
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As she was forced to move from lot to lot to lot

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She said, “I guess it was much in his nature
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To become an enforcer of law.
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My old friend’s got a gun to protect me
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From the rock-tossing drunks from the bars
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Always seemed like the sort to help others
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So I’ll find him while he’s on the beat
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And say, remember me, I’m the old lady
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You’d give me pennies you’d find on the street.”

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When she found him, she saw not the young boy
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Who dug for the roots of her junk
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She came face to face with a stern, vacant soldier
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Grinnin’ and spinnin’ a club
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He said, “Don’t you know that you can’t be here?
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You’ll hurt business, and scare away the kids.
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Go wander around in some other town
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Get out or I’m taking you in.”

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“But officer, I fondly remember you,
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Young boy who would give me the leftover stew
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And would take me inside to the warm fire coals.
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Those hundreds of pennies bought me all these clothes.

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It’s against the law to peddle
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It’s against the law to eat
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It’s against the law to have nothing more
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Than the shoes, full of holes, on your feet
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And now they put bars across the park benches
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So I guess it’s illegal to sleep.
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They buried something inside of you, officer
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Into your cold heart, dig deep

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And you’ll see that it’s me
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And here I’ll be, nothing new to me.
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I’ll be heartbroken and cold, frozen and alone.
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My coffin was a dumpster and they didn’t even know.”

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But while out on the beat, he looked down to his feet,
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And he saw a dirty penny heads up at his feet
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And it made him think of an old tall tale
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Of a woman who pushed �round a cart

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And the boy who fed her and helped her
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Knew he should have deep in his heart
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Oh, where did he hear that old tall tale?
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But hey, what a story to spread

So he told it to his own growing boy

Once in a while before bed

Outro:
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