We had an apartment in the city,Me and Loretta liked living there.It's been years since the kids had grown,A life of their own left us alone.John and Linda live in Omaha,And Joe is somewhere on the road.We lost Davy in the Korean war,Still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.Ya know that old trees just grow stronger,And old rivers grow wilder every day.But old people just grow lonesomeWaiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."Me and Loretta, we don't talk much now.She sits and stares through at back door screen.And all the news just repeats itselfLike some forgotten dream that we've both seen.Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,We worked together at the factory.But what'd I tell him if he asks "What's new?""Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."So if you're walking down the street sometimeAnd spot some hollow ancient eyes,Please don't just pass 'em by and stareAs if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello,"Say, "Hello in there, hello."
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
