Growing Old — B. B. King

Well, if we live, we gotta grow old baby And I know just how you're going to be Well, if we live, we gotta grow old baby And I know just how you're going to be Well, your feet are already a little chilly baby And you're gettin' a little cold to me

Well, you're gonna have a sweet and silly temper, baby Baby, and you're not gonna speak to me for days at a time Oh, I know you're gonna have a sweet and silly temper, baby Baby, and you won't speak to me for days at a time Oh baby, I know you're gettin' old And your little temper B. won't really mind

Oh, we'll be sittin' close together baby And our minds are really in tune Oh, we'll be sittin' close together baby And our minds are really in tune Well, we'll start makin' love together, baby Thinkin' about how we used to when we was really in bloom

Oh, I know you're gonna live like a king and queen Baby you won't mind a word I say I know you're gonna live like a king and queen Baby you won't mind a word I say Yeah, we're gonna live and get old together, baby Yeah, 'till we old and grey