Lyrics
and that old time feelin limps through the night on a crutch
holdin hands with the clock
like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet
like old women with no children
And that old time feelin comes and goes in the rain, like and old blues-time picker who don t recall who you are
And that old time feelin comes and goes in the rain, dyin to find a game Old, and that old time feelin plays for beer in bars
Keepin close to the wall, like and old wino prayin he can make it till it s dark, and that old time feelin comes stumblin up the street
And that old time feelin fall on it s face in the park, like an old man with his checkers
Holdin hands with the clock, and that old time feelin rocks and spits and cries
And that old time feelin comes and goes in the rain, and that old time feelin goes sneakin down the hall
Keepin close to the wall, like an old soldier wonderin if he s paid too much That, and that old time feelin comes and goes in the rain
And that old time feelin comes stumblin up the street, like old women with no children, and that old time feelin plays for beer in bars
keepin close to the wall
And that old time feelin rocks and spits and cries, like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet Time, and that old time feelin rocks and spits and cries
Like and old wino prayin he can make it till it s dark, like an old man with his checkers
and that old time feelin draws circles around the blok
Like and old blues-time picker who don t recall who you are, and that old time feelin goes sneakin down the hall
keepin close to the wall
dyin to find a game
and that old time feelin goes sneakin down the hall
Like and old blues-time picker who don t recall who you are, repeat verse 1 Old, like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet
Dyin to find a game, and that old time feelin plays for beer in bars Clark, like and old wino prayin he can make it till it s dark
Dyin to find a game, like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet
And that old time feelin limps through the night on a crutch, and that old time feelin plays for beer in bars
Like old women with no children, and that old time feelin plays for beer in bars
like and old wino prayin he can make it till it s dark
like and old lover rememberin the girl with the clear blue eyes
like an old soldier wonderin if he s paid too much
and that old time feelin fall on it s face in the park
And that old time feelin comes stumblin up the street, like and old wino prayin he can make it till it s dark
like an old gray cat in winter
and that old time feelin draws circles around the blok
Like old women with no children, and that old time feelin plays for beer in bars Feeling, like an old gray cat in winter
And that old time feelin plays for beer in bars, and that old time feelin limps through the night on a crutch