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Old Folks - Ronnie Milsap
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

And 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

They hurt 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

All because she's old folks, she's old folks

Blessed is the child of yesterday

Love those old folks

And 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