D
I met a man who was not quite an old man
A7+
Said he was an old boy
D
I would make a toast to believe and bet you
A7+
That I would be the same old man
D
Not the kind with a lost soul
A7+
Who can't put down his toys
D
Honey there'll be absolute peace in my heart
A7+
And resolution in my soul
Em A D
So don't, don't, darlin' don't be surprised
Em A D
When I don't leave your side
Em
'Cause there's not a single part of my love
A D
That you should not believe
Em
I hope when I grow old
A D
That you grow old with me
D
I begged the pardon of the fullness of somebodies
A7+
Because I love the left lane
D
And I begged the pardon of the mass media
A7+
You know on Sundays I don't go to mass
D
And I tipped my hat to your dog in your yard by your
A7+
house, I'm waiting for a hurricane
D
To blow, blow, blow from the west to the east and tell me
A7+ D
who's gonna be here last
Em A D
So don't, don't, darlin' don't be surprised
Em A D
When I don't leave your side
Em
'Cause there's not a single part of my love
A D
That you should not believe
Em
I hope when I grow old
A D
That you grow old with me
Em
I hope when I grow old
A D
That you grow old with me
Em
I hope when I grow old
A D
That you grow old with me