Budweiser has had one drink too many ( as always )

We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown;
A life of their own; left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.

Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
What'll I say if he asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."

Ya' know old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
But old people, they just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."