My friends they told me
That I should get a life
Quit my song writing

Cause it wouldn't get me by
When I'm old
When I'm old

I just may find myself
In an old rocking chair
Sitting by some window

With a nurse standing there
Trying to help
Trying to help

I left them behind
While I forged ahead
They're listening to my songs

While they're lying in bed
All by themselves
All by themselves

I'll get me my pen
A pad of paper to write
My friends are old

It seemsthey have no life
Of their own
Of their own

I make a little money
From each song that I sell
While my friends are weeping

Cause I wrote them so well
I'm getting by
I'm getting by

I left them behind
While I forged ahead
They're listening to my songs

While they're lying in bed
All by themselves
All by myself

All by themselves
All by myself