written by John Prine, 1971. This one goes out to everyone who comes into contact with the old and the lonely. Kris Kristofferson and Joan Baez have a version. Brandi Carlile did a touching version on Stephen Colbert's show. Natalie Merchant and Michael Stipe did a nice live version. Bette Midler did it like only Bette Midler can. I'm really fond of Lukas Nelson's version. Roger Waters from Pink Floyd has a good version with Lucius. Ian Noe reminds me a lot of John Prine with his version.
We had an apartment in the city
And me and Loretta liked living there
It'd been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own, and left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
And we lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say if he asks, "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do"
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"
We had an apartment in the city
And me and Loretta liked living there
It'd been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own, and left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
And we lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say if he asks, "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do"
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"
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- Kris Kristofferson
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