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On a clod snowy night
that chills your bones
there's a man outside
without a home

the frost on the bottle
of his cheap booze
his feet are in newspaper
got no shoes

he's broke as a bum
got no job
the only thing he owns
is a cardboard box

spends his nights in the outdoors
sleet or shine
and the only thing he's got
is his own time

His bones are chilled
his stomachs not fill
and he's got so much... time to kill

Cause he's gambled away his money
he's gambled away his life
He's gambled away all his money
he's gambled away his life

I passed him by
flipped him a dime
told him to get a job

He said no way
put my money away
said hed spend it on a.. slot machine

His bones a re chilled
his stomach's not filled
he got sooo much.. time to kill

Cause he's gambled away his money
he's gambled away his life
yes He's, gambled away all his money
he's gambled away his life