The Blues: Chicago 1937-1945 lyrics

You say you're gettin' old, Lord older every day
You say you're gettin' old, yeah you say you're gettin' older every day
Now you ain't but fifty, ooh Lord boy you shouldn't feel that way

Now when you get so old, you can't work at no mill
Yeah when you get so old, Lord boy you can't work at no mill
Now don't you make no date, ooh Lord buddy that you can't fill