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
'CAUSE 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 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
Mmm Mmm
LOVE THOSE
OLD FOLKS
'CAUSE 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