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Everybody knows him as old folks |
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Like the seasons he comes and he goes |
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Just as free as a bird and as good as it were |
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That's why we all love them so. |
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Always leaving his spoon in his coffee |
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Tucks his napkin up under his chin |
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And that old corn cob pipe |
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Well, It's so mellow it's right |
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But still you're not ashamed of him. |
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Every Friday he goes fishing |
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Sown by the lake |
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But he only caught a perch or two, a whale got away |
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Guess, I'd better warm a steak. |
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Someday there's gonna be no more old folks |
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What a lonesome old town this would be |
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Children's voices are played |
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We'll be still for a day |
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The day they take old folks away. |
