Come up close and listen to my song
Come up close and listen to my song
I've almost cursed the day that my baby boy was born
I'm gonna sing these blues, sing 'em like I've never sang before
I'm gonna sing these blues, sing 'em like I've never sang before
I'm going to sing these blues, sing 'em if I never sing no more
Haah, son, I'm getting old and gray
Ah, son, I'm getting old and gray
And I hate to see you runnin' around this-a-way
Old folks said, "Rolling stone gathers no moss"
Old folks says, "Rolling stone gathers no moss"
But let me tell you, my boy, never let a woman be your boss