Lyrics
and that old time feeling falls on its face in the park
Like an old blues-time picker who don t recall who you are, and that old time feeling falls on its face in the park
And that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall, and that old time feeling plays for beer in bars
Like an old man with his checkers, dyin to find a game
and that old time feeling draws circles around the block
and that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall
Like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet, like an old blues-time picker who don t recall who you are
and that old time feeling falls on its face in the park
like an old soldier wonderin if he s paid too much
Like an old gray cat in winter, like an old blues-time picker who don t recall who you are
And that old time feeling draws circles around the block, like an old gray cat in winter That, and that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall
And that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall, like an old gray cat in winter
Like an old soldier wonderin if he s paid too much, and that old time feeling rocks and spits and cries
Keepin close to the wall, like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet
Like an old lover rememberin the girl with the clear blue eyes, like an old soldier wonderin if he s paid too much
holdin hands with the clock
And that old time feeling plays for beer in bars, and that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall, dyin to find a game
like an old man with his checkers
Holdin hands with the clock, like an old soldier wonderin if he s paid too much, and that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall
Like an old salesman kickin the papers from his feet, like an old man with his checkers
and that old time feeling goes sneakin down the hall
Keepin close to the wall, and that old time feeling plays for beer in bars