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I was talking to a swaggy yesterday
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His beard was long his hair was silver grey
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His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile
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And here is what the old man had to say

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“You may think me most unusual my boy
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When I tell you straight that I am stony broke
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I tramp from year to year and I’ll drink all kinds of beer
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But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"

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Now I’ll show you this here old terbacco tin
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The paint is gone the sides are dinted in
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But it’s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life
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And to me it has always been a friend

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I one time had a wife and everything
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But a stranger came and soon we were apart
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So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam
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But nicotine has mended my old heart

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I’ve got no use for money in my life
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You strive and struggle till it gets you down
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I tramp until I lag and then I’ll drop my swag
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And I’ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round

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When finally I reach the golden gates
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They say St Peter he’s a decent bloke
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If I’m taken with the blessed this will be my last request
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I must have good terbaccy when I smoke

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Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday
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And what he told me I’ll remember clear
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Trampin’ out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees
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And I reckon that he has the right idea.

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