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Dirty Pennies
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In a small town where all knew all
C G D
Wandered a peasant lady nobody knew
G D/F# Em
But her only friend was a young boy
C G D
Brought her hot tea and leftover stew
G D/F# Em
In those burning wintry Decembers
C G D
Heâd pick dirty pennies up off the cold street
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And while his mother was out Christmas shopping,
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Heâd say, âCome on in, warm your feet
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G D/F# Em
As long as you share with me stories.â
C G D
So she spoke, âIâm a product of war.
G D/F# Em
My mother never knew who she could be
C G D
As my father lay drunk on the floor.â
G D/F# Em
And she spoke of the cart that she wheeled
C G D
Had keys with no locks and guitars with no strings
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And a puzzle that could never be finished
Am D G
This is my home, these broken things
G D/F# Em C
Ah, but the boy went on to be taught in the schools
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To not talk to strangers, and donât feed the fools
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Grew older and further and of her, forgot
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As she was forced to move from lot to lot to lot
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G D/F# G/B C9 (2x)
G D/F# Em
She said, âI guess it was much in his nature
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To become an enforcer of law.
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My old friendâs got a gun to protect me
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From the rock-tossing drunks from the bars
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Always seemed like the sort to help others
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So Iâll find him while heâs on the beat
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And say, remember me, Iâm the old lady
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Youâd give me pennies youâd find on the street.â
G D/F# Em
When she found him, she saw not the young boy
C G D
Who dug for the roots of her junk
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She came face to face with a stern, vacant soldier
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Grinninâ and spinninâ a club
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He said, âDonât you know that you canât be here?
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Youâll hurt business, and scare away the kids.
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Go wander around in some other town
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Get out or Iâm taking you in.â
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âBut officer, I fondly remember you,
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Young boy who would give me the leftover stew
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And would take me inside to the warm fire coals.
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Those hundreds of pennies bought me all these clothes.
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Itâs against the law to peddle
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Itâs against the law to eat
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Itâs against the law to have nothing more
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Than the shoes, full of holes, on your feet
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And now they put bars across the park benches
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So I guess itâs illegal to sleep.
G D/F# Em
They buried something inside of you, officer
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Into your cold heart, dig deep
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And youâll see that itâs me
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And here Iâll be, nothing new to me.
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Iâll be heartbroken and cold, frozen and alone.
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My coffin was a dumpster and they didnât even know.â
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But while out on the beat, he looked down to his feet,
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And he saw a dirty penny heads up at his feet
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And it made him think of an old tall tale
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Of a woman who pushed â�round a cart
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And the boy who fed her and helped her
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Knew he should have deep in his heart
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Oh, where did he hear that old tall tale?
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But hey, what a story to spread
So he told it to his own growing boy
Once in a while before bed
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