Get Up and Go
Anon, music © 1964 Pete Seeger
Intro last 2 lines of verse. [C]... [G] / [D]... [G]
| C | G |
| How do I know my | youth is all spent? |
| D | G |
My | get up and go has | got up and went |
| C | G |
But in | spite of it all, I'm | able to grin |
| D | G |
And | think of the places my get up has | been |
|
| G | D |
| Old age is golden, | so I've heard said |
| G |
But sometimes I wonder as I | crawl into bed |
| C | G |
With my | eyes on the table, my | teeth in a cup |
| A | D |
My | brain in a hard drive until I wake | up |
|
| G | D |
As | sleep dims my vision, I | say to myself |
| G |
Is there anything else I should | lay on the shelf? |
| C | G |
But though | nations are warring and | business is vexed |
| D | G |
I'll | still stick around to see what happens | next |
|
| C | G |
| How do I know my | youth is all spent? |
| D | G |
My | get up and go has | got up and went |
| C | G |
But in | spite of it all, I'm | able to grin |
| D | G |
And | think of the places my get up has | been |
|
| G | D |
| When I was young, my | slippers were red |
| G |
I could kick up my heels right | over my head |
| C | G |
| When I was older my | slippers were blue |
| A | D |
But | still I could dance the whole night | thru |
|
| G | D |
| Now I am old, my | slippers are black |
| G |
I huff to the store and I | puff my way back |
| C | G |
But | never you laugh, I | don't mind at all |
| D | G |
I'd | rather be huffing than not puff at | all |
|
| C | G |
| How do I know my | youth is all spent? |
| D | G |
My | get up and go has | got up and went |
| C | G |
But in | spite of it all, I'm | able to grin |
| D | G |
And | think of the places my get up has | been |
|
| G | D |
I | get up each morning and | dust off my wits |
| G |
Open the paper and | read the obits |
| C | G |
| If I'm not there, I | know I'm not dead |
| D | G |
So I | eat a good breakfast and go back to | bed |
|
| C | G |
| How do I know my | youth is all spent? |
| D | G |
My | get up and go has | got up and went |
| C | G |
But in | spite of it all, I'm | able to grin |
| D | G |
And | think of the places my get up has | been |
|
Original lines:
My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up
New version by Steve Savitzky and Naomi Rivkis