Ronnie Milsap Old Folks lyrics

He's always up and out of bed before the morning comes*
He mumbles and he grumbles about all that must be done
There's eighty years of memories that rattle in his head
Whiskey and cigars that he keeps stashed beside his bed
He believes the world went straight to hell When Brooklyn lost the Dodgers
Some say that he's lost his mind
Some call him an old codger

Oh, but he's just old folks.....old folks
Blessed is the child of yesterday
Love those old folks
And with a little luck and the lord to see us through
One day, we will be old folks, too

She used to bake the sweetest pies I swear 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 they hurt the way she always smiles
She believes the world is good and kind but would love warmer weather
And her grandkids are perfect though sometimes they forget her

All because she's old folks.....she's old folks
Blessed is the child of yesterday
Love those old folks
And with a little luck and the lord to see us through
One day, we will be old folks, too

Oh, with a little luck and the lord to see us through
One day, we will be old folks, too