Old Folks Lyrics - Everything Playing - Lovin Spoonful

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 leapt my heart into my mind 

It's a sad, sad feeling 

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 feeling 

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 feeling 

To still be around 

And it's the same old tired park bench 

Nobody's found 

And there was a tree put there for shading 

That they cut down 

The fields he loved got turned to highways 

From horse to car to plane to moon 

Staying well meant that he feels older 

Yet none of his kids have the room 

It's a sad, sad feeling 

To still be around 

And it's the same old tired park bench 

Nobody's found 

There was a tree put there for shading 

That they cut down 

And his old shoes 

Had worn a spot there 

From grass to ground