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Everyone knows him as old folksLike the seasons he comes and he'll goJust as free as a bird and as good as his wordThat's why everybody loves him soAlways leaving his spoon in his coffeeTucks his napkin up under his chinAnd his own corn cob pipe is so mellow, hits rightBut you needn't be ashamed of himIn the evenings after supperWhat stories he tellsHow he held his speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that dayYou know I know that one so wellOne thing we don't know about old folksDid he fight for the blue or the gray?But he's so democratic and so diplomaticWe always let him have his wayIn the evenings after supperWhat stories he tellsHow he held his speech at Gettysburg for Lincoln that dayYes, I know that one so wellSome day there will be no more old folksWhat a lonely old world this will beChildren's voices at play will be still fondingThe day they take old folks away From Letras Mania