Old Folks Songtext / Lyric

I donÕt know IÕm born, IÕm only young
I donÕt have a choice, you know IÕm only young
IÕm getting older, IÕm getting smaller
Everybody tells you, "youÕve got to walk taller"
You did a war, and now youÕre poor
And like your friends, youÕre gonna get it in the end
YouÕve heard it all before, you canÕt go on much more, itÕs not like I think:

The old folks are losers, they canÕt work computers
They die in December time

CanÕt pull it off, you put it on, donÕt ever stop, it doesnÕt last long
The younger folks they donÕt understand
Back in the day, youÕre gonna get it in the end
YouÕve heard it all before, you canÕt go on much more, itÕs not like I think:

The old folks are losers, they canÕt work computers
They die in December time
Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving
The old folks they live their life