| I was sittin’in the dressing room with Brownie Mcgee
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| He was drinkin’that milk with that Dewar’s Whiskey
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| Said John, there’s nothin’written anywhere
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| Suggests the blues will set you free
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| Old days are comin’back to me
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| I was ridin’in the back seat, with Sonny Terry
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| Little harmonica player used to drive him around
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| I think his name was Harry
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| Tried to get him to eat tofu, raw vegetables, nuts, and berries
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| But Sonny wasn’t havin’any of it He let me share a room with? |
| em for a couple of weeks
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| Sonny slept with his good eye open staring out from under the sheets
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| I was young and uncomfortable I don’t mind tellin’ya kinda gave me the creeps
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| Old days are comin’back to me Old days are comin’back to me Don’t know what was so good about? |
| em I played practically free
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| I had nothin’to live up to Everywhere to be Old days are comin’back to me On some dates with Mose Allison somewhere out in the Midwest
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| Said some of my lyrics reminded him of the poet Kenneth Patchen
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| I took it as a compliment
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| He was referring to the line about wearin’neon signs on your wounds
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| Later on I knew what he meant
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| Old days are comin’back to me On a date with John Lee Hooker at a packed joint up in Washington
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| He came in with a gorgeous woman on each arm as I was singing my song
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| Walked? |
| em right up and sat? |
| em on the edge of the stage as I went singing along
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| And that’s called «evenin'son, I’m the headliner»
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| Old days are comin’back to me
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| I don’t know what was so great about? |
| em I played practically free
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| But I had nothing to live up to And everywhere to be Old days are comin’back to me Played a gig with John Hammond Jr. up in Vancouver BC
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| Exotic dancer came in my dressing room, started dancing exotically
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| They were smoking something in the audience that night, smelled exactly
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| like cat pee
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| Old days are comin’back to me Opened up a gig for Gatemouth Brown down in Baton Rouge
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| He was playing that Hillbilly, Jazz, Cajun, Country, Zydeco, and Blues
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| Throwin’it out past the walls like some kind of musical centrifuge
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| Old days are comin’back to me Old days are comin’back to me
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| I don’t know what was so good about? |
| em I played practically free
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| But I had nothin’to live up to Everywhere to be Old days are comin’back to me Old days are comin’back to me
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| I don’t know what was so great about? |
| em I played practically free
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| But I had nothin’to live up to Everywhere to be Old days are comin’back to me Old days are comin’back to me |