Текст песни 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 goldAaron Pritchett - What Some People Throw Away - http://ru.motolyrics.com/aaron-pritchett/what-some-people-throw-away-lyrics.html
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