Old Folks
Dedette Lee Hill, Willard Robison
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 leavin' 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 evenin', after supper
What stories he would tell
How he held the speech at Gettysburg
For Lincoln that day
Oh, I know that one so well
But I don't understand about Old Folks
Did he fight for the blue or the grey?
For he's so diplomatic
And so democratic
Hе'll never come right out and say