I'm getting old before my time Just worrying over you I'm getting old and it's a crime To treat me the way you do

 

 

I'm getting old before my time I need a perch and a cane Overs had some rings for a dime Buy one and I won't complain

 

 

We planned to get married About ten years ago You stalled and you tarried You wouldn't say "yes" and you wouldn't say "no"

 

 

I'm getting old before my time Someday I'll feel like new That's when we'll hear the preacher speak And I'll belong to you

 

 

We planned to get married About ten years ago You stalled and you tarried You wouldn't say "yes" and you wouldn't say "no"

 

 

I'm getting old my bones just creak Someday I'll feel like new That's when we'll hear the preacher speak And I'll belong to you And I'll belong to you