They're Listening To My Songs

My friends they told me

That I should get a life

Quit my song writing

Cause it wouldn't get me by

When I'm old

When I'm old



I just may find myself

In an old rocking chair

Sittting by some window

With a nurse standing there

Trying to help

Trying to help



I left them behind

While I forged ahead

They're listening to my songs

While they're lying in bed

All by themselves

All by themselves



I'll get me my pen

A pad of paper to write

My friends are old

It seems they have no life

Of their own

Of their own



I make a little money

From each song that I sell

While my friends are weeping

Cause I wrote them so well

I'm getting by

I'm getiing by



I left them behind

While I forged ahead

They're listening to my songs

While they're lying in bed

All by themselves

All by myself

All by themselves

All by myself