Old Folks Lyrics

Everyone knows him as Old Folks
Like the season, he comes and he goes
Just as free as a bird, and as good as his word
That′s why everybody loves him so
Sometimes meets the late train at the station
Sits and whittles when it's overdue
While they′re sorting the mail, every night without fail
He's sneaking a little nip or two

In the evening, after supper
What stories he would tell
How he held the speech at Gettysburg
For Lincoln that day
I know that one so well
Some day there'll be no more Old Folks
What a lonely old town this will be
Children′s voices at play will be stilled for a day
The day that they take Old Folks away
The day that they take Old Folks away