Pinwheel of Death

Dedette Lee Hill


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Writers Dedette Lee Hill, Willard Robinson

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1966

Lyrics EVERYONE KNOWS HIM
AS OLD FOLKS,
LIKE THE SEASONS,
HE'LL COME AND HE'LL GO.
JUST AS FREE AS A BIRD
AND AS GOOD AS HIS WORD,
THAT'S WHY EVERYBODY
LOVES HIM SO.
ALWAYS LEAVING HIS SPOON
IN HIS COFFEE,
TUCKS HIS NAPKIN
UP UNDER HIS CHIN.
AND THAT YELLOW COW-PIE
IS SO MELLOW IT'S RIPE,
BUT YOU NEEDN'T
BE ASHAMED OF HIM.

EVERY FRIDAY HE'LL GO FISHING,
DOWN ON HIS FAVORITE LAKE,
BUT HE ONLY HOOKS
A PERCH OR TWO,
THE WHALE GOT AWAY,
LOOKS LIKE
WE WARM THE STEAK

SOMEDAY THERE'LL BE
NO MORE OLD FOLKS,
WHAT A LONESOME OLD TOWN
THIS WILL BE.
CHILDREN'S VOICES AT PLAY,
WILL BE STILL FOR A DAY,
THE DAY
THEY TAKE OLD FOLKS AWAY.
 

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Cowriters: Willard Robinson