.Dans son vieux pardessus râpé
Il s´en allait l´hiver, l´été
Dans le petit matin frileux
Mon vieux.
Y avait qu´un dimanche par semaine
Les autres jours, c´était la graine
Qu´il allait gagner comme on peut
Mon vieux.
L´été, on allait voir la mer<.>
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