Bottles And Boxes Lyrics - Bobby Bare

Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds 

Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we'd throw down 

He's hump-backed and wrinkled but unlike Van Winkel he doesn't sleep his life away 

And he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder just what the old man has to say 

Some folks laugh at him but he doesn't notice he goes right on bout his day 

Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and pieces of life thrown away 

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Too big and tattered the clothes that he's gathered from boxes thrown into the street 

He hides from the rain under store building ownings and stays in a shade in the heat 

Sisters and mothers and daddys and brothers he has none as far as I know 

Just bottles and boxes they're his little Fort Knoxes 

But to us they're just somethin' to throw 

Some folks laugh at him... 

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Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds 

Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we'd throw down