Wilford Brimley Written by Ryan Matthew Are you still gonna love me When I'm old just like Wilford Brimley Every Sunday I'll cook you brekkie Oatmeal with a cup of coffee Tell me it ain't up to a toss of the dice Cause growing old together could be so nice Look at my hair falling out All the way down to the floor Been saying I'll fix the sink for three weeks But my hands don't work so good no more And look at your pretty smile Just like the day that we met The first way you said "I love you" I swear to God I'll never forget The future ain't coming any time soon Tonight I'm gonna hold you under the moon Thru the good and bad weather I just wanna start a life together Are you still gonna love me When I'm old just like Wilford Brimley Every Sunday I'll cook you brekkie Oatmeal with a cup of coffee Tell me it ain't up to a toss of the dice Cause growing old together could be so nice I know I left the bed a mess today Just couldn't let go of the night before And sometimes I lay around all lazy Cause my legs don't work so good no more You know what to say when I'm blue Did you read it in a magazine? Uncover every single hidden clue Read the lines in between Are you still gonna love me When I'm old just like Wilford Brimley Every Sunday I'll cook you brekkie Oatmeal with a cup of coffee Tell me it ain't up to a toss of the dice Cause growing old together could be so nice © 2011 Ryan Fan Club