Darrell Scott That Old Time Feeling
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.
