D
I met a man who was not quite an old man
A7M
Said he was an old boy
D
I would make a toast to believe and bet you
A7M
That I would be the same old man
D
Not the kind with a lost soul
A7M
Who can't put down his toys
D
Honey there'll be absolute peace in my heart
A7M
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
A7M
Because I love the left lane
D
And I begged the pardon of the mass media
A7M
You know on Sundays I don't go to mass
D
And I tipped my hat to your dog in your yard by your
A7M
house, I'm waiting for a hurricane
D
To blow, blow, blow from the west to the east and tell me
A7M                  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