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There's an old man in our town |
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And I guess he's been around |
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For years and years |
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At least it seems that way. |
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Wrinkled hands and rocking chair |
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Growing old just sitting there |
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Every year he had the sing |
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For youth to say. |
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Youth only happens to you one time |
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An so I've been told |
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If you should miss it in your youngtime |
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Have it when you're old. |
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Now there's no old man sitting there |
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Just an empty rocking chair |
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But the things he said |
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Will always be around. |
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Someday when I'm old and grey |
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Maybe youth can come my way |
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I'll be proud to be |
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The old man in our town. |
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And I'll say youth only happens to you one time |
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An so I've been told |
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If you should miss it in your youngtime |
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Have it when you're old... |
