Just a few old memories Slipped in through my door Though I thought I had closed it So tightly before I can't understand it Why it should bother my mind
As you walk down the street ? how often do you meet Some poor man whose life has life had grown old? His aged form is bent ? in his pocket not a cent
As you go from me you want all that's left The last thread of pride in my heart 'Til you've wrung the last teardrop from my eye You won't be satisfied
I said goodbye to that poor little mining town With just a few old clothes that had made the rounds I knew I was leaving a lot of things that were good
