Aaron Pritchett "What Some People Throw Away" |
An old piece of rope held up his pants As I backed up he threw up his hands So, I got out and closed the door And asked him what he stopped me for He reached down and picked up a burlap bag There at the city dump he showed me all he had A blanket for the colder nights An old King James and a pocket knife A worn out watch and a lucky rabbits foot A picture in a broken frame He said, #147#I wish I knew her name#148# As he gently brushed his hand across her face #147#What some people throw away#148# I turned to hide my tear-filled eyes Then shook his hand and said goodbye To me it was just a second load But he held it like a bag of gold I was too ashamed to tell him at the time Everything he was holding was mine A blanket for the colder nights An old King James and a pocket knife A worn out watch and a lucky rabbits foot A picture in a broken frame He'll never know I knew her name What I'd give to put that smile back on her face #147#What some people throw away#148# A picture in a broken frame He'll never know I knew her name What I'd give to put that smile back on her face #147#What some people throw away#148# Oh, it broke my heart to hear that old man say What some people throw away Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |