Original lyrics

EN

I'm getting old before my time Just worrying over you I'm getting old and it's a crime To treat me the way you do I'm getting old before my time I'll need a crutch and a cane Woolworth's has some rings for a dime Buy one and I won't complain We planned to get married About ten years ago You stalled and you tarried You wouldn't say yes and you wouldn't say no I'm getting old before my time Someday I'll feel like new That's when we'll hear the preacher speak And I'll belong to you We planned to get married About ten years ago You stalled and you tarried You wouldn't say yes and you wouldn't say no I'm getting old, my bones just creak Someday I'll feel like new That's when we'll hear the preacher speak And I'll belong to you And I'll belong to you