Nhạc sĩ: Una Mae Carlisle
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I'm Getting Old
And it's a crime to treat me the way you do
I'm getting old for my time
I need a crutch and a cane
Woolworths has some rings
For a dime
Buy one and I won't complain
We planned to get married
About ten years ago
You stall and you tarry
You wouldn't say
Yes
And you wouldn't say no
I'm getting old for my time
Someday I'll feel like me
That's when we'll hear
The preacher speak
And I'll belong to you
I'm getting old for my time
I'm getting old for my time
When we stand
One foot on the ground
I get into a good time
I'm gonna climb, I'm gonna mineralize
I'm getting old for my time
I'm getting old for my time
We planned to get married
About ten years ago
You stall and you tarry
You wouldn't say yes
And you wouldn't say no
I'm getting old, my bones just creak
Someday I'll feel like new
That's when we'll hear the preacher speak
And I'll belong to you
And I'll belong to you
And I'll belong to you