When I'm Sixty-Four
! (Lennon/McCartney)
define: <Eb7> [3013230]
<G>When I get older, losing my hair, many years from <D7>now,
will you still be senting me a Valentine, birthday greetings, <G>bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three, <G7>would you lock the <C>door?
Will you still <Eb7>need me, <G>will you still <E7>feed me, <A7>when
I'm <D7>sixty-<G>four?
soc
<Em>Hmm------<D>mmm------<Em>mmmh.
<Em>You'll be older, <B7>too.
<Em>Aaah, and if you <Am>say the word, <C>I could <D7>stay with <G>you.
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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Text: When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And it you say the word,
I could stay with you.
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.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave
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 for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
