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OLD BOB

Tell ya bout old Bob
Long bout O-One he lost his job
Twernt much ova job    I fear
Hadn’t been fer many a year
Standin out front a this here super store
Welcoming folk in    kind of a real dang bore
Best thing    though    bout old smiling Bob
Didn’t mind goin ta work  
Kinda liked his job
Standin out front through weather foul or fair
Helping even the infirm    with lovin care
Ya might say    that there super store was Bob’s true home
Cause after hours Bob sat and sat    quite alone
Sat in this one-room pad above a whiskey dive
Listenin ta noise    all night    all kindsa rock and jive
And as nature will    Bob got much older    then ill
Standin in front a that there store    weak-kneed    full a  
    pain 
One day old Bob collapsed    couldn’t come back again
He lay on his back atop that whiskey dive
Nary a soul knew old Bob was alive
Ya’d think after years front a that super mart    never glum
He’d a wandered round inside    found him a chum
“If some help had come    he’d have survived”    Doc said
This   a course    too late when they found old Bob dead
Well    these things happen in this runaway world
Everybody caught up in their own little whirl
Old Bob    it seems    uz jist one of the thousands come to a        
    sorry end
Done his best    made mistakes     society don’t bend
Old Bob died fer want of a friend

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