Too Old to Cut the Mustard - Ernest Tubb

Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old

He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

When I was young, I had a lotta pep

I could get around, didn’t need no help

But now you’re old and a gettin' gray

The people all look at you and say

Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old

He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

I used to, could jump just like a deer

But now you need a new landing gear

I used to, could jump a picket fence

But now you’re lucky if you jump an inch

Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old

He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

When I was young I had an automobile

Now they push you around in a chair with wheels

I had to fight the gals off with a stick

But now they say he makes me sick

Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old

He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

When I was young and in my prime

The gals all used to stand in line

But now they go the other way

And as they leave I hear them say

Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old

He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore

He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore