Songs about getting really old? - 1

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: Melissa
Date: 02 Oct 07 - 10:06 PM

There's one about a guy who gets older and crickled up..but insists on working himself hard to tend his crop. I think the name is "the corn will still grow"
It was on one of those sites where you click to hear the songs and might still be found by running a search for the title.

The line I remember was something like "rest easy, dear farmer, and don't shed a tear..the corn will still grow when you're gone"

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: GUEST
Date: 02 Oct 07 - 11:04 PM

OLD AND IN THE WAY.....jerry garcia

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: GUEST,PMB
Date: 03 Oct 07 - 04:53 AM

All Used Up by U. Utah Philips:

He used up my labor, he used up my time
He plundered my body and squandered my mind
Then he gave me a pension, some handouts and wine
And told me I'm all used up

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: GUEST,Mike B.
Date: 03 Oct 07 - 06:49 PM

"Wearing The Time" (Tom Paxton)

I think he also wrote a humorous one about the painful experience of finding an issue of Modern Maturity magazine in his mailbox.

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: GUEST,Neil
Date: 04 Oct 07 - 07:04 PM

Patches (George Jones)

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: GUEST,TJ in San Diego
Date: 05 Oct 07 - 01:40 PM

What was the song by George Jones that had a verse approximately thus:

"She was hotter than a two-dollar pistol,
She was the fastest thing around.
Long and lean, every young man's dream,
She turned every head in town.
She was hot, and fun to handle son,
I'm glad that you dropped in -
She reminds me of the one I loved back then!"

It begins when the young man drives his hot new car into a service station. When the old man begins the song, it seems he is singing about a long ago car he had - an obvious metaphor for something he valued much more, flaming youth long past.

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: Susan B
Date: 05 Oct 07 - 07:05 PM

And there was that sentimental song that the Oldham Tinkers did, I think. The chorus went something like this:-

Take your time, me lovely old man,
There's no need for to hurry
For as long as you're able to wind up me clock
Then I have no need for to worry.

Can't think what that was all about?

Susan B

Subject: Lyr Add: SLIPPERS (Bernie Martin)
From: GUEST,Jim
Date: 24 Oct 07 - 10:51 AM

Slippers by Bernie Martin

I bet when you were younger you were handsome,
I bet you had a way with all the girls,
Bet you used to stay up after midnight
Planning how you'd conquer the whole world.

Now you go to sleep soon after supper;
Seems the world has done some conquering of its own.
What happened to those girls you often wonder
As you sit there watching TV all alone.

You say tomorrow I will get myself together,
Just knowing that tomorrow never comes.
You'd like to go out walking after midnight,
But it's dark out there and cold; you'd best stay home.

I bet when you were younger you were handsome,
Bet you had a way with all the girls,
Bet you used to stay up after midnight
Planning how you'd conquer the whole world.

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: Joe_F
Date: 24 Oct 07 - 08:33 PM

Cyril Tawney's "In the sidings"

Subject: RE: Songs about getting really old?
From: reggie miles
Date: 26 Apr 23 - 11:55 PM

Here's a link to an audio recording of I'm Old

Subject: These Are The Days
From: Holly Tannen
Date: 28 Apr 23 - 12:29 AM

THESE ARE THE DAYS
Tune: Those Were The Days. (I had to rewrite it because the line "we'd live the life we choose" was making me crazy.)

After two years closed due to Covid, Lark Music Camp is happening in the Mendocino Woodlands again this year! (July 28-August 5th) But will it be the same?

Once upon a time we’d go to Lark Camp
Hugging all the old friends that we knew
Drinking chai and coffee at the Mullah’s *
Boasting of the great things we would do.
        
        Those were the days, my friend
        We thought they'd never end
        We'd sing and dance forever and a day
        We'd live the life we chose
        And wear our hippie clothes
        Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days.

All those Irish tunes with pipes and fiddles
All the jokes that now we can’t recall
Playing our accordions and banjos
Singing with the Brunos and John Paul.
        
        Those were the days, my friend
        We thought they'd never end
        We'd eat and drink forever and a day
        We'd play the tunes we knew
        And sing a song or two
        For we were young and we knew how to play.

At the Woodlands there’s familiar laughter
Saw your face and heard you call my name
Many friends have gone to the hereafter
But the joyful music’s still the same.

        These are the days, my friend
        We hope they'll never end
        We won’t give up our happy hippie ways   
        Our kids will carry on
        When all of us are gone
        These are the days, oh yes these are the days.


*The Coffeehouse of the Mullah Nasrudin's Donkey