Old Bob

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