The Lovin' Spoonful - Old Folks lyrics

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 gra** to ground