Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old Folks , by - Ernestine Anderson. Song from the album Never Make Your Move Too Soon, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 31.12.1980
Record label: Concord Jazz
Song language: English
Old Folks |
| 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 |
| Always leaving his spoon in his coffee |
| Tucks his napkin up under his chin |
| And that yellow cow-pie is so mellow it’s ripe |
| But you needn’t be ashamed of him |
| Every Friday he’ll go fishing, down on his favourite lake |
| But he only hooks a perch or two, the whale got away |
| Looks like we warm the steak |
| Someday there’ll be no more Old Folks |
| What a lonesome old town this will be |
| Children’s voice at play, will be still for a day |
| The day they take the Old Folks away |