| And that old time feeling 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 feeling 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 feeling draws circles around the block
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| Like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock
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| And that old time feeling falls on its face in the park
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| Like an old wino prayin' he can make it till it’s dark
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| And that old time feeling 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 feeling plays for beer in bars
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| Like an old blues-time picker who don’t recall who you are
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| And that old time feeling 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 feeling rocks and spits and cries
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| Like an old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes
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| And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall
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| Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall |