old folks

everybody knows him as old folks

like the seasons he comes and he goes

just as free as a bird and as good as it were

that's why we all love them so. always leaving his spoon in his coffee

tucks his napkin up under his chin

and that old corn cob pipe

well

it's so mellow it's right

but still you're not ashamed of him. every friday he goes fishing

sown by the lake

but he only caught a perch or two

a whale got away

guess

i'd better warm a steak. someday there's gonna be no more old folks

what a lonesome old town this would be

children's voices are played

we'll be still for a day

the day they take old folks away.