Everyone knows him as old folks.
that's why everybody loves him so.
puts his napkin up under his chin,
and that yellow cob pipe,
but you needn't be ashamed of him.
In the evening, after supper,
what stories he would tell,
How he held a speech at Gettysburg
Lord, I know that one so well.
I don't quite understand about old folks.
Did he fight for the blue or the gray?
Seems that I've heard him mentioned.
He'll never come right out and say.
late train at the station,
While they're sorting the mail,
every night without fail,
he's getting himself a little nip or two.
Every Friday, he's going fishing,
way down on Buz zard's Lake.
But he only hooks a perch or two,
What a lonely old town this'll be.
Children's voices that play
The day they take old folks away.
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