Webb Pierce & Red Foley Too Old To Cut The Mustard (1952) lyrics

Webb Pierce & Red Foley
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Too Old To Cut The Mustard (1952)
Too old, too old, he's too to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting too old he done got too to cut the mustard anymore

When I was young I had a lot of pep
I could get around I didn't need no help
But now you're old and turning gray
The people all look at you and say

Too old, too old, he's too to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting too old he done got too to cut the mustard anymore

I used to jump just like a deer
But now you need a new landing gear
I used to jump a picket fence
But now you're lucky if you jump an inch

Too old, too old, he's too to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting too old he done got too to cut the mustard anymore


When I was young I had an automobile
But now they push you around in a chair with wheels
I had to fight the girls off with a stick
But now they say he makes me sick

Too old, too old, he's too to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting too old he done got too to cut the mustard anymore

When I was young and in my prime
The girls all used to stand in line
But now they go the other way
And as they leave I hear them say

Too old, too old, he's too to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting too old he done got too to cut the mustard anymore

Too old, too old, he's too to cut the mustard anymore