Old Folks
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Everybody knows him as Old Folks
Like the seasons he'll come 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 that yellow cob pipe
It's so mellow it's right
But you needn't be ashamed of him
In the evening after supper
Oh, the stories he would tell
How he held the speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that day
I know that one so well
Don't quite understand 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
We always know where to find Old Folks
When there's some little chore he can do
At the old livery stable
Whenever he's able
Pitching the shoes with Lord knows who
Then he meets the late train at the station
Sits and whittles when it's overdue
While they're sorting mail
Every night without fail
He's sneaking a little nip or two
Every Friday he goes fishing
Way down on old Buzzard's Lake
But he only hooks a perch or two
A whale got away
So I'll warm up the steak
Someday there'll be no more Old Folks
What a lonely old town this will be
Children's voices at play
Will be stilled for a day
The day that they take Old Folks away