Soul Asylum - Ode

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Well, my friend Jud he was a fuddy-dud

Chewed his cud, was a stick in the mud

I swear he hated everyone

And he's bumming nickels and bumming dimes

But most of all you know he's just bumming time



And every day was a bad day

They walked out and on and over him

He was turning gray

Never knew love, he gave up on hope



Stayed in bed and he stopped using soap

Was a dirty old man

But he never said poor little old me

Poor, poor



Now, one fine day he won the lottery

Instant millionaire without a care

It didn't change a thing

Drove up to Reno he lost everything at a roadside casino



You know he never made it into town

Where the bright lights trickle down

He was a casualty



Well, he ran out of food and all he got

Was more lewd and crude, he was very rude

The only thing he hated worse than the city

Was charity and self pity, he'd been around

I talked to him that's what I found



He was a casualty

Poor little old me

Poor, poor casualty

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