How he held his speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that day
You know I know that one so well
And his own corn cob pipe is so mellow, hits right
One thing we don't know about old folks
What stories he tells
In the evenings after supper
What stories he tells
That's why everybody loves him so
What a lonely old world this will be
Tucks his napkin up under his chin
Just as free as a bird and as good as his word
We always let him have his way
How he held his speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that day
But he's so democratic and so diplomatic
But you needn't be ashamed of him
Always leaving his spoon in his coffee
In the evenings after supper
Children's voices at play will be still fonding
Yes, I know that one so well
Some day there will be no more old folks
Did he fight for the blue or the gray?
