Old Folks Songtext
von Lee Wiley

Everyone knows him as "Old Folks"
Like the seasons, he comes and he goes
Just as free as a bird and as good as his word
That′s why everybody loves him so
Always leaving his spoon in his coffee
Puts his napkin up under his chin
And that yellow cob pipe is so mellow, it's ripe
That you needn′t be ashamed of him


In the evening after supper
What stories he would tell
How he held his peace at Gettysburg for Lincoln that day
I know that one so well

Don't quite understand about old folks
Did he fight for the blue or the gray?
For he's so diplomatic and so democratic
We always let him have his way

Every Friday he′ll go fishing
Way down on Buzzer′s Lake
But he only hooks a perch or two
A whale got away, so we warm up the steak


Oh, someday there'll be no more old folks
What a lonely old town this will be
Children′s voices at play will be still for a day
The day that they take old folks away