Old Folks

Lyrics

She used to bake the sweetest pies 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 she'd love warmer weather And her grandkids are perfect Though sometimes they forget her But she's old folks, she's old folks Oh, blessed is the child of yesterday God knows I love old folks, old folks 'Cause with a little love And the Lord to see us through One day, we'll be old folks, too He's always up and out of bed Before the morning comes He mumbles and he grumbles About all that must be done Eighty years of memories Oh, that rattle in his head The pictures of his children He keeps stashed beside his bed He believes the world went straight downhill When Brooklyn lost the Dodgers And some say that he's lost his mind Some call him an old codger Oh, 'cause he's just old folks Yeah, he's old folks Oh, blessed is the child of yesterday God knows I love old folks, yeah, old folks 'Cause with a little love And the Lord to see us through One day, we'll be old folks, too Yeah, yeah Oh, someday, we'll be old folks Oh, old folks Oh, blessed is the child of yesterday God knows I love old folks, yeah, old folks 'Cause with a little love And the Lord to see us through One day, we'll be old folks, too Yeah, someday, we'll be old folks, too Mmm, yeah, yeah