Written by Bill Carlisle
verse 1 G7 When I was young I had a lotta pep C I could get around I didn't need no help G7 But now you're old and a getting gray C The people all look at you and sayC F C G7 Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore C F He's getting too old he's done got too old C G7 C He's too old to cut the mustard anymoreverse 2 G7 I used to could jump just like a deer C But now you need a new landing gear G7 I used to could jump a picket fence C But now you're lucky if you jump an inchC F C G7 Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore C F He's getting too old he's done got too old C G7 C He's too old to cut the mustard anymoreverse 3 G7 Well when I was young I had an automobile C Now they push you around in a chair with wheels G7 I had to fight the gals off with a stick C But now they say he makes me sickC F C G7 Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore C F He's getting too old he's done got too old C G7 C He's too old to cut the mustard anymoreverse 4 G7 When I was young and in my prime C The gals all used to stand in line G7 But now they go the other way C And as they leave I hear them sayC F C G7 Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore C F He's getting too old he's done got too old C G7 C He's too old to cut the mustard anymoreC F C G7 Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore C F He's getting too old he's done got too old C G7 C He's too old to cut the mustard anymore