Текст песни They're Either Too Young Or Too Old - Jimmy Dorsey
You
marched
away
and
left
this
town
As
empty
as
can
be.
I
can't
sit
under
the
apple
tree
With
anyone
else
but
me.
For
there
is
no
secret
lover
That
the
draft
board
didn't
discover.
They're
either
too
young
or
too
old
They're
either
too
grey
or
too
grassy
green.
The
pickings
are
poor
and
the
crop
is
lean.
What's
good
is
in
the
army.
What's
left
will
never
harm
me.
I'm
either
their
first
breath
of
spring.
Or
I'm
their
last
little
fling.
I
must
confess
to
one
romance,
I[m
sure
you
will
allow.
He
tries
to
serenade
me,
But
his
voice
is
changing
now.
I'm
finding
it
easy
to
stay
good
as
gold.
They're
either
too
young
or
too
old.
I'll
never
ever
fail
ya,
when
you
are
in
Australia
And
flying
over
Egypt,
your
heart
will
never
by
gypped.
And
when
you
get
to
India,
I'll
still
be
what
I've
been
to
ya,
I've
looked
the
field
over,
and
lo
and
behold!
They're
either
too
young
or
too
old.
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