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Everybody knows him as old folksLike the seasons he comes and he goesJust as free as a bird and as good as it wereThat’s why we all love them so.Always leaving his spoon in his coffeeTucks his napkin up under his chinAnd that old corn cob pipeWell, It’s so mellow it’s rightBut still you’re not ashamed of him.Every Friday he goes fishingSown by the lakeBut he only caught a perch or two, a whale got awayGuess, I’d better warm a steak.Someday there’s gonna be no more old folksWhat a lonesome old town this would beChildren’s voices are playedWe’ll be still for a dayThe day they take old folks away.
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