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A GUIDED TOUR OF CHICAGO
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A GUIDED TOUR OF CHICAGO,
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He shuffled up a pair of surfer slippers and an old tweed blazer
asked you for a quarter and you looked the other way
he leaned up against the tow zone sign and just in time for you to avert your eyes said
"good morning, sir. have a nice day."
she wears four wool winter hats all year round and mumbles and sometimes screams
he wears a coat made of burlap sacks and sits in parking lots, never asking anyone for anything
he's the old black guy with the shopping cart
she's the old lady with the bright blue sweat pants
they're the two young white squatter kids with dirty undershirts and rotten teeth
he's the guy who hangs out underneath the overpass shouting curse words at passing motorists
or the guy who passed in my alley, who drank until his life made any sense
he's the hustler on the train
or his four accomplices, living on three tattered playing cards and slight hand
he's darren in front of 7-11 on walton and state
she's babs up and down on belmont right by the train.
he's buddy and his wife in uptown, by the aragon
he's andy selling streetwise at the white hen in boys town
he was ed from southside who gave me cigarettes and hope
at walgreen's on belden and clark where inspiration dies alone
yeah, these are the people in your neighborhood.
they're the people you don't see when you're walking down the street
they're the people you don't see each day
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He shuffled up a pair of surfer slippers and an old tweed blazer asked you for a quarter and you looked the other way he leaned up against the tow zone sign and just in time for you to avert your eyes said "good morning, sir. have a nice day." she wears four wool winter hats all year round and mumbles and sometimes screams he wears a coat made of burlap sacks and sits in parking lots, never asking anyone for anything he's the old black guy with the shopping cart she's the old lady with the bright blue sweat pants they're the two young white squatter kids with dirty undershirts and rotten teeth he's the guy who hangs out underneath the overpass shouting curse words at passing motorists or the guy who passed in my alley, who drank until his life made any sense he's the hustler on the train or his four accomplices, living on three tattered playing cards and slight hand he's darren in front of 7-11 on walton and state she's babs up and down on belmont right by the train. he's buddy and his wife in uptown, by the aragon he's andy selling streetwise at the white hen in boys town he was ed from southside who gave me cigarettes and hope at walgreen's on belden and clark where inspiration dies alone yeah, these are the people in your neighborhood. they're the people you don't see when you're walking down the street they're the people you don't see each day
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