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