Текст песни Old Folks (Take 9 / Master) - Charlie Parker

Everyone knows him as an old folks
Like a season he'll come and he'll go
Just as free as a bird and good as his words
That why everybody loves him so
And he living his food and his coffee
Put his nappy upon his tea
And the hole pipe pat is so mellow it right
But you don't need to be ashamed of him

What can we say of the old folks
They fight for the blues for his grey
For his so diplomatic and so democredic
We always glade he loves his ways

When he meet me on the subways
What story he'll tell
I'll learn to speak no devils word
For weak of that day
I know that once so well
Someday when we no more old folks
When this all world is for me
Will have voices and play and will sleep for a day
The day they take the old folks away