Old Folks - 2003 Remaster

You'll always hear me say "Hello, Ma'am"
 "Thank you"
 "Good morning"
 "Looking fine"
 It's all those old folks left here waiting
 That left my heart into my mind
 It's a sad, sad feelin'
 To still be around
 On every sunny Sunday morning
 All golden-aged and sittin' in
 Comes out to putter in the sunshine
 And shuffle through his deck of bein'
 It's a sad, sad feelin'
 To still be around
 And it's the same old tired park bench
 Nobody's found
 Soft wrinkled stories if you listen
 About the lazy days back when
 Your mom and dad were little babies
 And he had friends still livin' then
 It's a sad, sad feelin'
 To still be around
 And it's the same old tired park bench
 Nobody's found
 There was a tree put there for shadin'
 That they cut down
 The fields he loved got turned to highways
 From horse to car to plane to moon
 Stayed home well meant but he feels older
 Yet none of his kids have the room
 It's a sad, sad feelin'
 To still be around
 And it's the same old tired park bench
 Nobody's found
 There was a tree put there for shadin'
 That they cut down
 And his old shoes had worn a spot there
 From grass to ground