Old Folks

She used to bake the sweetest pies
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 she hurts
The way she always smiles
She believes the world is good and kind
But she'd love warmer weather
And her grandkids are perfect
Though sometimes they forget her

But she's old folks, she's old folks
Oh, blessed is the child of yesterday
God knows I love old folks, old folks
'Cause with a little love
And the Lord to see us through
One day, we'll be old folks, too

He's always up and out of bed
Before the morning comes
He mumbles and he grumbles
About all that must be done
Eighty years of memories
Oh, that rattle in his head
The pictures of his children
He keeps stashed beside his bed
He believes the world went straight downhill
When Brooklyn lost the Dodgers
And some say that he's lost his mind
Some call him an old codger

Oh, 'cause he's just old folks
Yeah, he's old folks
Oh, blessed is the child of yesterday
God knows I love old folks, yeah, old folks
'Cause with a little love
And the Lord to see us through
One day, we'll be old folks, too

Yeah, yeah
Oh, someday, we'll be old folks
Oh, old folks
Oh, blessed is the child of yesterday
God knows I love old folks, yeah, old folks
'Cause with a little love
And the Lord to see us through
One day, we'll be old folks, too
Yeah, someday, we'll be old folks, too

Mmm, yeah, yeah