Woodrow Parsons was a man
who lived on my street
he kept his own company
but he wasn't hard to meet
he sat down every afternoon
watering his lawn
missing his wife and daughter
now that they were gone
Woodrow Parsons lived alone
and he felt it was all right
he'd sleep until the sun came up
and watched TV all night
I used to wonder who he was
and tried to hide and see
but no matter what I saw
he was still a mystery
Woodrow Parsons
the neighbor I never knew
living in this small town
there isn't much to do
but talk about the townsfolk
and pry into their business
but when it came to Woodrow Parsons
nobody was a witness
Woodrow Parsons lived on disability
he didn't move too well
but his heart just kept on ticking
but only time would tell
he would say good morning
but that was all he said
he would never have a busy day
and then he'd go to bed
Woodrow Parsons
the neighbor I never knew
living in this small town
there isn't much to do
but talk about the townsfolk
and pry into their business
but when it came to Woodrow Parsons
nobody was a witness
Woodrow Parsons died alone
we didn't know for a few days
I wished I could have known him
I wondered what he'd say
nobody really noticed much
about how his life would end
but Woodrow Parsons taught me
every person needs a friend
Woodrow Parsons
the neighbor I never knew
growing up in this small town
there isn't much to do
but talk about the townsfolk
and pry into their business
but when it came to Woodrow Parsons
nobody was a witness
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