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
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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
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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Don’t know what was so great about ‘em
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I played practically free
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I had nothin’ to live up to
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Everywhere to be
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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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
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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
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I played practically free
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But I had nothing to live up to
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And everywhere to be
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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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 like cat pee
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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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
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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I don’t know what was so good about ‘em
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I played practically free
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But I had nothin’ to live up to
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Everywhere to be
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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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
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I played practically free
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But I had nothin’ to live up to
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Everywhere to be
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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Old days are comin’ back to me
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Old Days
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| John Hiatt |
