Old man passes time of day begging dimes in the alleyway
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He's got no family, he's got no home, can't remember ever having one
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One dollar and he's off again, on a trip back to where he's been
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He's on a white rocket through the night
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Sailing on a white rocket that takes him on his high flight
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Every night he gets right where he belongs
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And his white rocket keeps him smiling 'til its all gone
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Morning traffic starts to hit the street, the old man looks to be asleep
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Little boy passes by the man, sees the empty bottle he's holding in his hand
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"Hey mama, tell me what's wrong with him?"
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She said,"Come along boy, he's just a bad man"
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That drives a white rocket through the night
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Sailing on a white rocket that takes him on his high flight
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Every night he gets right where he belongs
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And his white rocket keeps him smiling 'til its all gone
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Old man in the alleyway won't be rising with the break of day
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Won't be begging money anymore, or sleeping next to some lonely door
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'Cause last night he took a trip and then, he never did come down again
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He's on a white rocket through the night
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Sailing on a white rocket that took him on his high flight
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Every night he got right where he belonged
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And his white rocket kept him smiling, now its all gone
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WHITE ROCKET
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| Tanya Tucker |
