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