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