Dakota Staton - Old Folks lyrics

Everyone 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 the coffee Puts his napkin up under his chin And that yellow cob pipe It's so mellow it's ripe But you needn't be ashamed of him In the evening, after supper What 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 about Old Folks Did he fight for the blue or the grey For he's so diplomatic And so dеmocratic We always let him have his way Evеry Friday he'll go fishing Way down on Buzzard's Lake But he only hooks a perch or two, a whale got away So then we warmed 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