Old Folks – A – letras

I don’t know I’m born, I’m only youngI don’t have a choice, you know I’m only youngI’m getting older, I’m getting smallerEverybody tells you, « you’ve got to walk taller »You did a war, and now you’re poorAnd like your friends, you’re gonna get it in the endYou’ve heard it all beforeYou can’t go on much moreIt’s not like I thinkThe old folks are losersThey can’t work computersThey die in December timeCan’t put it off, you put it onDon’t ever stop, it doesn’t last longThe younger folk, theyDon’t understand, theyBack in the day, theyYou’re gonna get it in the endYou heard it all beforeYou can’t go on much moreIts not like I thinkThe old folks are losersThey can’t work computersThey die in December timeFall down for no reasonThe churches are heavingThe old folks, they live the lifeI’m down on the floor, I’ll settle down, do what I tell ya.You’re gonna get it in the end,You’re gonna get it in the endThe old folks are losers, they can’t work computersThe old folks are losers, they can’t work computersThe old folks are losersThey can’t work computersThey die in December timeFall down for no reasonThe churches are heavingThe old folks remember whyThe old folks are losersThey can’t work computersThey die in December time