Just another lyric without a tune
Chorus:
I am an old man
The devil ain’t boss of me
I am an old man
Older than Methuselee
Back in my young years
Adam said to me,
“Don’t you ever eat
Fruit from the apple tree.
Oh, sure the apples
May be a tasty fruit.
I’m here to tell you
God don’t give a hoot.
Eat them apples.
You mess up the Plan.
One thing you’ll get.
The back side of His hand.”
In old Mesopotamie
Throughout that ancient land
All the folks were folks
In apple-eating clans.
They drank them ciders.
Ate all kinds of pies.
But they gave no look
To the clouds in the sky.
Noah was a non-
Apple-eating man.
Never did he taste
Dumplins, fritters or flan
Chorus:
I am an old man
The devil ain’t boss of me
I am an old man
Older than Methuselee
Noah never was
A propheting man
But Noah could tell
God had Himself a Plan.
“Better get ready.
An umbrella won’t do.
Rain’s sure a-coming
To flood me and you.”
It was a Sunday
When he told his wife.
He told her once.
Told her three times thrice.
Noah built himself
A big big boat.
Checked for the leaks,
Made sure boat did float.
Loaded that boat up
With lots of critters.
Two of each they came,
Slow ones, go getters.
It rained real hard,
Pounded forty days.
Noah and his family
Got cabin fever crazed.
Chorus:
I am an old man
The devil ain’t boss of me
I am an old man
Older than Methuselee
Said, “We’re up a creek
Without a paddle.
This boat’s not safe.
Listen to the rattle.”
The boat didn’t sink.
The water went down.
The boat hit a rock.
Noah stepped on to ground.
With seasickness gone
The fam settled in
Raising apple trees
In the way back when.
The Good Lord He looked
Down with godly aim.
“What am I gonna do?
Noah’s more of the same.
Snozzling down cider,
He’s gone apple loose.
Told him not to drink
Any apple juice.”
So God threw up His
Mighty mighty hands.
“I’m outta here; just maybe
Martians will follow the Plan.”
Chorus:
I am an old man
The devil ain’t boss of me
I am an old man
Older than Methuselee
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