Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by   And I stopped him on the street to ask him   How it went, and all he did was cry   I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes   Asked him what the problem was, he says "here is your disguise"      Now he's hardly getting over it   Hardly getting used to getting by      Old may lays down by the railroad tracks   Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back   I asked him what the time was, he says "hit the road now, jack"   Went back to see him next week   He died of a heart attack and died away      Now he's hardly getting over it   Hardly getting used to getting by      Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die   And grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away   My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die   And what do I do when they die?       Now I'm hardly getting over it   Hardly getting used to getting by