One man gathers what another man spills — Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993
One man gathers what another man spills — Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993
One man gathers what another man spills — Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993
One man gathers what another man spills — Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993
One man gathers what another man spills — Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993
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One man gathers what another man spills

— Robert Hunter, A Box of Rain: Lyrics, 1965-1993
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