Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Chorus: C 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 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 say
Chorus: C 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 Verse 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 inch Chorus: C 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 Verse 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 sick Chorus: C 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 Verse 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 say Chorus: C 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
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