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 80 years of memories
that rattle in his head,
Whiskey and cigar s
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 a lost his mind
Some call him an old codger
Oh, but he's just
Oh, folks
Oh, folks
Blessing is the child of yesterday
Love those old folks,
cause we're the little luck
in the Lord to see us through.
One day we will be old folks too.
ś used to bake the sweetest pies ś
I swear I ever ate ś
I'd steal the batter from the bowl ś
Because I could never wait
But now her hands are bent and sore,
arthritis rages wild,
but you would never know she hurts
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.
Oh, because she's old, folks.
She's old, folks.
Blessed is the child of yesterday.
Yeah.
Love those old folks
Cause with a little luck
And the Lord to see us through
One day we will be
Old folks too ś
With a little luck
and the Lord to see us through ś
One day we will be old
folks too ś
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