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Hanging on the Corner

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Ain’t handsome no more, but it don’t make no matter,

We just congregate, swap tales, and chit ‘n chatter.

When we was young, we’d hang on the corner,

And ogle young gals, but now it’s a yawner.

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When a gal walked by, who was well endowed,

We’d hoot ‘n whistle, sometimes damned loud.

But in our old age, it’s all over we know,

Can’t even get up enough, whistlin’ wind to blow.

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Just hangin’ out now, is what all it’s about,

Discussin’ our prostates, and ailments like gout.

Most of us got arthritis, and some a bum heart,

So we just sit and talk, and try to sound smart.