Old Folks Lyrics - Singles - Etta Jones

Everyone knows him as old folks 

Like the seasons he comes and he'll go 

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 

Tucks his napkin up under his chin 

And his own corn cob pipe is so mellow, hits right 

But you needn't be ashamed of him 

In the evenings after supper 

What stories he tells 

How he held his speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that day 

You know I know that one so well 

One thing we don't know about old folks 

Did he fight for the blue or the gray? 

But he's so democratic and so diplomatic 

We always let him have his way 

In the evenings after supper 

What stories he tells 

How he held his speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that day 

Yes, I know that one so well 

Some day there will be no more old folks 

What a lonely old world this will be 

Children's voices at play will be still fonding 

The day they take old folks away