My arms are tired,
been carrying this guitar all day
My feet are sore,
been walking for quite a ways
But I know what I have to do
I have to sing my song for you

I mostly know you from the Christmas and the Birthday cards
Your perfect cursive wishing me well
I understand it’s partly distance, partly circumstance
That I don’t know all the stories that you have to tell

My arms are tired,
been carrying this guitar all day
My feet are sore,
been walking for quite a ways
But I know what I have to do
I have to sing my song for you

You played your keyboard at the old folks homes
and most of the audience was younger than you
you always liked to say that music kept you young
I hope I live to be at least 97 too

My arms are tired,
been carrying this guitar all day
My feet are sore,
been walking for quite a ways
But I know what I have to do
I have to sing my song for you

The last time I saw you, I sang you my songs
You closed your eyes and bobbed your head
and even sang along
You were a member of the Greatest Generation
And even though you are gone
I still look to you for inspiration

My arms are tired,
been carrying this guitar all day
My feet are sore,
been walking for quite a ways
But I know what I have to do
I have to sing my song for you