Written by Mason Jennings
D I met a man who was not quite an old man Amaj7 Said he was an old boy D I would make a toast to believe and bet you Amaj7 That I would be the same old man D Not the kind with a lost soul Amaj7 Who can't put down his toys D Honey there'll be absolute peace in my heart Amaj7 And resolution in my soul Em A D So don't, don't, darlin' don't be surprised Em A D When I don't leave your side Em 'Cause there's not a single part of my love A D That you should not believe Em I hope when I grow old A D That you grow old with me D I begged the pardon of the fullness of somebodies Amaj7 Because I love the left lane D And I begged the pardon of the mass media Amaj7 You know on Sundays I don't go to mass D And I tipped my hat to your dog in your yard by your Amaj7 house, I'm waiting for a hurricane D To blow, blow, blow from the west to the east and tell me Amaj7 D who's gonna be here last Em A D So don't, don't, darlin' don't be surprised Em A D When I don't leave your side Em 'Cause there's not a single part of my love A D That you should not believe Em I hope when I grow old A D That you grow old with me Em I hope when I grow old A D That you grow old with me Em I hope when I grow old A D That you grow old with me