Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Folks, artist - Ronnie Milsap. Album song Heart And Soul, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.05.1987
Record label: Concord, Craft
Song language: English
Old Folks |
He’s always up and out of bed before the morning comes* |
He mumbles and he grumbles about all that must be done |
There’s eighty years of memories that rattle in his head |
Whiskey and cigars that he keeps stashed beside his bed |
He believes the world went straight to hell When Brooklyn lost the Dodgers |
Some say that he’s lost his mind |
Some call him an old codger |
Oh, but he’s just old folks… old folks |
Blessed is the child of yesterday |
Love those old folks |
And with a little luck and the lord to see us through |
One day, we will be old folks, too |
She used to bake the sweetest pies I swear I ever ate |
I’d steal the batter from the bowl 'cause I could never wait |
But now her hands are bent and sore; |
arthritis rages wild |
But you would never know they hurt the way she always smiles |
She believes the world is good and kind but would love warmer weather |
And her grandkids are perfect though sometimes they forget her |
All because she’s old folks… she's old folks |
Blessed is the child of yesterday |
Love those old folks |
And with a little luck and the lord to see us through |
One day, we will be old folks, too |
Oh, with a little luck and the lord to see us through |
One day, we will be old folks, too |