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Old Folks Are Worth a Fortune

OLD FOLKS ARE WORTH A FORTUNE Old folks are worth A fortune With silver in their hair, gold in Their teeth, stones in their kidneys, Lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs I have become more social the passing Of the years. I’m seeing five gentlemen every day As soon as I wake, will forever help me Get out of bed, Then I go to the John. Then Charley Horse come along and when he leave Arthur Rites shows up and stays the day, He doesn’t stay in one place he likes to take me. From joint to joint, after A busy day I’m glad to go to bed With Ben Gay My Minister said I needed to think of the hereafter I told him I do all the time if I’m in the basement- upstairs or in the kitchen- I ask myself “Now, What am I here after BY: Adella Jackson MY MOTHER

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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