Growing Old - B.B. King

Well, if we live, we gotta grow old, baby

And I know just how youre going to be

Well, if we live, we gotta grow old, baby

And I know just how youre going to be

Well, your feet are already a little chilly, baby

And youre gettin a little cold to me

Well, youre gonna have a sweet

And silly temper, women

Babe and youre not gonna

Speak to me for days at a time

Oh, I know youre gonna have a sweet

And silly temper, baby

And you wont speak to me for days at a time

Oh baby, I know youre gettin old

And your little temper be wont really mine

Oh, well be sittin close together, baby

And our minds are really in tune

Oh, well be sittin close together, baby

And our minds are really in tune

Well, well start makin love together, baby

Thinkin about how we used to

When we was really in bloom

Oh, I know youre gonna live like a king and queen

Baby you wont mind a word I say

I know youre gonna live like a king and queen, baby

Baby you wont mind a word I say

Yeah, were gonna live and get old together, baby

Yeah, till we old and grey