歌曲名 Old Folks 歌手名 Kenny Rogers

作词：佚名

作曲：Dedettle Hill+Willard Robison

Everybody knows him as old folks

Like the seasons he comes and he goes

Just as free as a bird and as good as it were

That's why we all love them so

Always leaving his spoon in his coffee

Tucks his napkin up under his chin

And that old corn cob pipe

Well It's so mellow it's right

But still you're not ashamed of him

Every Friday he goes fishing

Sown by the lake

But he only caught a perch or two a whale got away

Guess I'd better warm a steak

Someday there's gonna be no more old folks

What a lonesome old town this would be

Children's voices are played

We'll be still for a day

The day they take old folks away