The Old Timers Club is composed of a group|
Of early day women, who don't give a whoop
Whether they are dressed in the latest style
Just so they're doing things worth while.
They meet once a month and how they eat,
Till they can hardly get on their feet.
Then talk of the time when if they had corn bread,
To eat with their beans, they were quite well fed.
They say the grasshoppers come and go
And shivered through the blizzards of sleet and snow.
Go out in the pasture and pick up chips in a sack
And pack them home half a mile on their back.
For every day to say 'chips' was all right,
But they called them 'fuel' to be polite.
It made as good a fire as ever was seen
But now they call it 'grassolene.'
They'd go to a party ten miles away,
Packed in a wagonbed filled with hay,
And thought it fun to dance nearly all night,
Getting home in the first faint morning light.
Now they ride in a car with a padded seat,
If it's the least bit chilly, turn on the heat.
If they tried to dance their joints would crack,
We'll soon be old unless the years turn back.