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



And I looked him in the face

But I couldn't see past his eyes

I asked him what the problem was

He says, here's your disguise



Now he's hardly getting over it

He's hardly getting used to getting by

Now he's hardly getting over it

He's hardly getting used to getting by, by



Old man lays

Down by the railroad tracks

Got no paper on his pocket

Got no paper on his back



And 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

He's hardly getting used to getting by

He's hardly getting over it

He's hardly getting used to getting by, by



Grandma, she was sick

And she is gonna die

And grandpa had a seizure

Moved into a hotel cell and died away



My parents

They just wonder

When they both are gonna die

And what'll I do when they die?



Well, I'm hardly getting over it

Hardly getting used to getting by

Hardly getting over it

Hardly getting used to getting by, by



Well, I'm hardly getting over it

Hardly getting by

Hardly getting over it

Hardly getting by



Hardly getting over it

Hardly getting by

Can hardly get it over it

Can hardly get by, by, goodbye



Hardly getting over it