Mungo Jerry - Tramp / 1970

Mungo Jerry - Tramp

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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

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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 when he sleeps
His dreams fade away


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

Chorus