Tramp Lyrics - Mungo Jerry

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The sun was low and the shadow was cold 

On the pale drawn face that was wrinkled and old. 

A newspaper coat hanging loose 'round his throat 

And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope. 

His uncombed hair and eyes that would stare 

At the people passing by who didn't know or didn't care. 

This poor old man he's all alone 

He's got no money or no home of his own 

The back street's his kitchen, the footpath's his hall 

And the chalk on the brick work are the pictures on his wall. 

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And he lays down his head on the pavement, that's his bed 

And when he sleeps, his dreams fade away. 

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He walks down the street with his hands in his coat 

Looking down at his feet for a dog-end he could smoke. 

He thinks about food, good drinking and good fun 

As he searches through the dustbins, his life almost done. 

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This poor old man he's all alone 

He's got no money or no home of his own 

The back street's his kitchen, the footpath's his hall 

And the chalk on the brick work are the pictures on his wall. 

And he lays down his head on the pavement, that's his bed 

And as he sleeps, his dreams fade away.