| There’s an old man in our town
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| And I guess he’s been around
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| For years and years
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| At least it seems that way.
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| Wrinkled hands and rocking chair
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| Growing old just sitting there
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| Every year he had the sing
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| For youth to say.
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| Youth only happens to you one time
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| An so I’ve been told
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| If you should miss it in your youngtime
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| Have it when you’re old.
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| Now there’s no old man sitting there
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| Just an empty rocking chair
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| But the things he said
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| Will always be around.
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| Someday when I’m old and grey
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| Maybe youth can come my way
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| I’ll be proud to be The old man in our town.
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| And I’ll say youth only happens to you one time
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| An so I’ve been told
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| If you should miss it in your youngtime
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| Have it when you’re old… |