Old Folks Lyrics - Quiet Kenny - Kenny Dorham

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 leaving his spoon in his coffee 

Tucks his napkin up under his chin 

And that yellow cow-pie is so mellow it's ripe 

But you needn't be ashamed of him 

Every Friday he'll go fishing, down on his favorite lake 

But he only hooks a perch or two, the whale got away 

Looks like we warm the steak 

Someday there'll be no more Old Folks 

What a lonesome old town this will be 

Children's voice at play, will be still for a day 

The day they take the Old Folks away