| The sun still came up |
| Even after you'd left |
| But it don't shine on me much |
| And since you've been gone |
| Every now and then I need |
| Something a little more strong |
| So, I find a bar, find a stool |
| Find a glass, and let it do |
|
| That old fashioned feeling again |
| The bourbon is stirring |
| Slow as your memory's creeping in |
| Got me sipping on this |
| Midnight mixture of sweet times and bitters |
| That let you down easy |
| That old fashioned feeling again |
|
| Come pour me |
| A little love on the rocks |
| Rose colored reverie |
| And I'll be alright |
| No it won't get me through |
| But it'll get me through the night |
| Through the tears, tried and true |
| Works 'til it don't, ain't nothing new |
|
| That old fashioned feeling again |
| The bourbon is stirring |
| Slow as your memory's creeping in |
| Got me sipping on this |
| Midnight mixture of sweet times and bitters |
| That let you down easy |
| That old fashioned feeling again |
| That old fashioned feeling |
|
| So, I find a bar, find a stool |
| Find a glass, and let it do |
| That old fashioned feeling again |
| The bourbon is stirring |
| Slow as your memory's creeping in |
| Got me sipping on this |
| Midnight mixture of sweet times and bitters |
| That let you down easy |
|
| That old fashioned feeling again |
| That old fashioned feeling |
| That old fashioned feeling |
| Old fashioned feeling |
|