John Haefner You’ve Grown Old

01001.0100 John Haefner You’ve Grown Old
John Haefner Original Lyrics

John Haefner, John Haefner, we know you’ve grown old
Your cheeks have sag now, and your stomach a fold!
Your eyes are listless and your joints all creak
Your friends have to tell you to bathe once a week!

John Haefner, John Haefner, your bones now are brittle
You gum your food and drool gruesome spittle
You soon will be fifty we all can attest
Every day now at work, you need four hours of rest!

John Haefner, John Haefner be proud of your age
Your mind is still sharp and your wisdom is sage
Your guitar playing has mellowed with every year
And your picking is sweet and a pleasure to hear

John Haefner, John Haefner may you live a hundred years
May your music go on and fall on our ears!
May your chording go smoothly and your fingers never fail
Pick the best of life’s music and stay out of jail!