That Old Time Feeling

And that old time feeling goes sneaking down the hall

Like an old gray cat in winter, keeping close to the wall

And that old time feeling, comes stumbling up the street

Like an old salesman kicking, the papers from his feet

And that old time feeling draws circles around the block

Like old women with no children, holding hands with the clock

And that old time feeling, falls on its face in the park

Like an old wino praying, he can make it until it's dark

And that old time feeling comes and goes in the rain

Like an old man with his checkers, dying to find a game

And that old time feeling, plays for beer in bars

Like an old blues-time picker, who don't recall who you are

And that old time feeling limps through the night on a crutch

Like an old soldier wondering if he is paid too much

And that old time feeling, rocks, spits, cries

Like an old lover remembering the girl with the clear blue eyes

And that old time feeling goes sneaking down the hall

Like an old gray cat in winter, keeping close to the wall