When_Im_Sixty_Four.txt


When I'm Sixty-Four		Words & Music: McCartney


[C]When I get older, losing my hair, many years from [G]now,
will you still be senting me a Valentine, birthday greetings, [C]bottle of wine?

[C] If I'd been out 'till quarter to three, [C7]would you lock the [F]door?
Will you still [Ab7]need me, [C]will you still [A7]feed me, [D9]when
I'm [G7]sixty-[C]four? [C] [G] [C]

{soc}
[Am]Hmm------[G]mmm------[Am]mmmh.
[Am]You'll be older, [E]too. 
[Am]Aaah, and if you [Dm]say the word, [F]I could [G]stay with [C]you.	[C] [G7]
{eoc}

I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

{soc}
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight if it's not to dear. 
We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
{eoc}

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?



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