Get up and Go

Smothers Brothers Show around 1967

Late 1970s in concert with Arlo Guthrie

Weavers Reunion Concert Carnegie Hall, New York

How do I know, my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went. But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin, And think of places my get up has been. Old age is golden, so I've heard said, But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes on the table, until I wake up. As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself: Is there anything else, I should lay on the shelf? But 'though nations are warring and business is vexed, I'll still stick around to see, what happens next. How do I know... When I was younger, my slippers were red, I could kick up my heels right over my head. When I was older, my slippers were blue, But still I could dance the whole night through. Now I am old, my slippers are black. I huff to the store and I puff my way back. But never you laugh, I don't mind at all: I'd rather be huffing, than not puff at all. How do I know... I get up each morning, dust off my wits, Open the paper, read the obits. If I'm not there, I know, I'm not dead, So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed. How do I know...