written by John Prine, 1971. This one goes out to everyone who comes into contact with the old and the lonely. Kris Kristofferson and Joan Baez have a version. Brandi Carlile did a touching version on Stephen Colbert's show. Natalie Merchant and Michael Stipe did a nice live version. Bette Midler did it like only Bette Midler can. I'm really fond of Lukas Nelson's version. Roger Waters from Pink Floyd has a good version with Lucius. Ian Noe reminds me a lot of John Prine with his version. We had an apartment in the city And me and Loretta liked living there It'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own, and left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road And we lost Davy in the Korean war And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore You know that old trees just grow stronger And old rivers grow wilder every day Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello" Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more She sits and stares through the back door screen And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen Someday I'll go and call up Rudy We worked together at the factory But what could I say if he asks, "What's new?" "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do" You know that old trees just grow stronger And old rivers grow wilder every day Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello" So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"