He was an old broom maker
A medicine man
On an old boneshaker
Back in nineteen thirty-nine
No home to go to
Just the open road
Oxen borne
But it never, ever showed
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I'm the man
On me you can depend
He could hold the ocean
In the palm of his hand
What he calls emotion
Let time slip like grains of sand
When the music took him
To the streets in town
He could catch a picture
For the price of half-a-crown
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, brokе-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can dеpend
A medicine man
On an old boneshaker
Back in nineteen thirty-nine
No home to go to
Just the open road
Oxen borne
But it never, ever showed
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I'm the man
On me you can depend
He could hold the ocean
In the palm of his hand
What he calls emotion
Let time slip like grains of sand
When the music took him
To the streets in town
He could catch a picture
For the price of half-a-crown
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, brokе-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can dеpend
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