An old piece of rope held up his pants As I backed up he threw up his hands So, I got out and closed the door And asked him what he stopped me for He reached down and picked up a burlap bag There at the city dump he showed me all he had A blanket for the colder nights An old King James and a pocket knife A worn out watch and a lucky rabbits foot A picture in a broken frame He said,? I wish I knew her name? As he gently brushed his hand across her face "What some people throw away" I turned to hide my tear-filled eyes Then shook his hand and said goodbye To me it was just a second load But he held it like a bag of gold I was too ashamed to tell him at the time Everything he was holding was mine A blanket for the colder nights An old King James and a pocket knife A worn out watch and a lucky rabbits foot A picture in a broken frame He'll never know I knew her name What I'd give to put that smile back on her face "What some people throw away" A picture in a broken frame He'll never know I knew her name What I'd give to put that smile back on her face "What some people throw away" Oh, it broke my heart to hear that old man say What some people throw away