TOO OLD TO CUT THE MUSTARD
Words and music by Bill Carlisle
[D] When I was young I had a [A7] lot of pep
I could get around, I didn't [D] need no help
But since I'm old and a-[A7] gettin' gray
The people all look at [D] me and say.
He's [D] Too old, [G] too old
He's too [D] old to cut the mustard any-[A7] more [P] ...
He's a-gettin' [D] too old, he's done got [G] too old
He's [D] too old to cut the [A7] mustard any-[D] more.
I used to could jump just like a deer
But now I need a new landing gear
I used to could jump a picket fence
But now I'm lucky if I jump an inch.
When I was young, I had an automobile
I'd scoot myself right under that wheel
I had to fight the gals off with a stick
But now they say, [P] ..."Oh, he makes me sick."