Old Folks
Dedette Lee Hill, Willard Robison
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Everyone knows him as "old folks"
Like the seasons, he'll come and he'll go
Just as free as a bird, and as good as his word
That's why everybody loves him so, mmm
Always leaving his spoon in his coffee
Puts his napkin under, oh, his chin
And that yellow cob pipe
It's so mellow, it's right
You needn't be ashamed of him
[Bridge]
Every Friday he'd go fishing
Way down on Buzzard's Bay
But he'd only hook a perch or two
"A whale got away"
So, so we warmed up the steak, yeah
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, someday there'll be no more old folks
What a lonely old town this will be
Children's voices at play
Will be still for a day
The day they take old folks away