Old As Dirt

You know that you’re old as dirt When your whole body does hurt— You grab a cane ‘stead of quirt And you’re just too old to flirt. It’s when you have to trim hairs From your nose and your big ears— You’re sure that those creepin’ years Has justified all your fears! It ain’t that you’re gittin’ old Or Father Time is too bold Or the last crow has done crowed— It’s sittin’ ‘round till ya mold! But if time comes a knockin’, Don’t let it be too shockin’— Don’t take your tack for hockin’, You’re jest rollin’, not rockin’! So when you’re payin’ for sins And seems your life never ends— You’ll know just who’s your true friends When they has to change your Depends!