D When I was young, I had an A7 automobile
I'd scoot myself right D under that wheel
I had to fight the gals off A7 with a stick
But now they say, {P} ..."Oh, he makes me sick."
He's D Too old, G too old
He's too D old to cut the mustard any-{A7} more {P} ...
He's a-gettin' D too old, he's done got G too old
He's D too old to cut the mus-{A7} tard any-{D} more.
When I was young I had a lot of pep
I could get around, I didn't need no help
But since I'm old and a-gettin' gray
The people all look at me and say.
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