He A worked on factories, he worked on cars
And A when we sat down on the curb to rest
Then A he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
And A he was years old before his time
Then A he told me a story that I'd heard before
When A she turned his last proposal down
And A it's too many years of fighting the weather
Was A a crumbling picture of a girl in a door
Sang A "Amazing Grace" and nobody cried
Ol' A One-Eyed John said, " Her name is Alice
Let A him roll, boys, let him roll
Let A him roll, boys, let him roll