Song parody of
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae
by Sarah Elizabeth Campbell
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Geralddine & Ruthie Mae...They'll be cruising main today...Through the walkways, the alleys...Down by the dumpsters...
They might find a bite to eat...and a place to rest their feet...It seems to take all their strength...that they can muster...
I don't want to be like them..When my voice is frail and thin...Hiding in the shadows at night...counting hours 'til its light...
This winters been a hard one...lots of rain and no sun...Old legs hurt and it's hard...to keep them moving...
It's the fourth winter that they've fought...Each other is all they've got...With their old carts pushed by hands...As frail as birds wings...
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae...Going crazier every day...In a city going full speed around them...
With their bundles and their bags...Their trinkets and their rags...in a world going full speed around them...
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae...They'll be cruising Main today...In a world that's going full speed around them...
Oh i don't want to be like them...when my voice is frail and thin...hiding in the shadows at night...counting hours 'til it's light...
Geralddine & Ruthie Mae...They'll be cruising main today...Through the walkways, the alleys...Down by the dumpsters...
They might find a bite to eat...and a place to rest their feet...It seems to take all their strength...that they can muster...
I don't want to be like them..When my voice is frail and thin...Hiding in the shadows at night...counting hours 'til its light...
This winters been a hard one...lots of rain and no sun...Old legs hurt and it's hard...to keep them moving...
It's the fourth winter that they've fought...Each other is all they've got...With their old carts pushed by hands...As frail as birds wings...
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae...Going crazier every day...In a city going full speed around them...
With their bundles and their bags...Their trinkets and their rags...in a world going full speed around them...
Geraldine and Ruthie Mae...They'll be cruising Main today...In a world that's going full speed around them...
Oh i don't want to be like them...when my voice is frail and thin...hiding in the shadows at night...counting hours 'til it's light...
