| And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall, |
| Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall. |
| And that old time feelin' comes stumblin' up the street, |
| Like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet. |
| And that old time feelin' draws circles around the blok, |
| Like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock. |
| And that old time feelin' fall on it’s face in the park, |
| Like and old wino prayin' he can make it 'till it’s dark. |
| And that old time feelin' comes and goes in the rain, |
| Like an old man with his checkers, dyin' to find a game. |
| And that old time feelin' plays for beer in bars, |
| Like and old blues-time picker who don’t recall who you are. |
| And that old time feelin' limps through the night on a crutch, |
| Like an old soldier wonderin' if he’s paid too much. |
| And that old time feelin' rocks and spits and cries, |
| Like and old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes. |
| Repeat verse 1 |