I'm Getting OldAnd it's a crime to treat me the way you doI'm getting old for my timeI need a crutch and a caneWoolworths has some ringsFor a dimeBuy one and I won't complainWe planned to get marriedAbout ten years agoYou stall and you tarryYou wouldn't sayYesAnd you wouldn't say noI'm getting old for my timeSomeday I'll feel like meThat's when we'll hearThe preacher speakAnd I'll belong to youI'm getting old for my timeI'm getting old for my timeWhen we standOne foot on the groundI get into a good timeI'm gonna climb, I'm gonna mineralizeI'm getting old for my timeI'm getting old for my timeWe planned to get marriedAbout ten years agoYou stall and you tarryYou wouldn't say yesAnd you wouldn't say noI'm getting old, my bones just creakSomeday I'll feel like newThat's when we'll hear the preacher speakAnd I'll belong to youAnd I'll belong to youAnd I'll belong to you