Old Days Lyrics

He was drinkin' that milk

With that Dewar's Whiskey

Said John,

There's nothin'

Written anywhere

Suggests the blues

Will set you free

Old days

Are comin' back to me

I was ridin'

In the back seat,

With Sonny Terry

Little harmonica player

Used to drive him around

I think his name was Harry

Tried to get him to eat tofu,

Raw vegetables, nuts,

And berries

But Sonny

Wasn't havin' any of it

He let me share a room with 'em

For a couple of weeks

Sonny slept with his good eye

Open staring out

From under the sheets

I was young and uncomfortable

I don't mind tellin' ya

Kinda gave me the creeps

Old days

Are comin' back to me

Old days

Are comin' back to me

Don't know what was

So good about 'em

I played practically free

I had nothin'

To live up to

Everywhere to be

Old days

Are comin' back to me

On some dates

With Mose Allison

Somewhere out in the Midwest

Said some of my lyrics

Reminded him

Of the poet Kenneth Patchen

I took it as a compliment

He was referring to the line

About wearin' neon signs

On your wounds

Later on

I knew what he meant

Old days

Are comin' back to me

On a date

With John Lee Hooker

At a packed

Joint up in Washington

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

And that's called

"evenin' son,

I'm the headliner"

Old days

Are comin' back to me

I don't know what was

So great about 'em

I played practically free

But I had nothing

To live up to

And everywhere to be

Old days

Are comin' back to me

Played a gig

With John Hammond Jr.

Up in Vancouver BC

Exotic dancer came

In my dressing room,

Started dancing exotically

They were smoking something

In the audience that night,

Smelled exactly like cat pee

Old days are comin' back to me

Opened up a gig

For Gatemouth Brown

Down in Baton Rouge

He was playing

That Hillbilly, Jazz,

Cajun, Country

Zydeco, and Blues

Throwin' it

Out past the walls

Like some kind

Of musical centrifuge

Old days

Are comin' back to me

Old days

Are comin' back to me

I don't know what was

So good about 'em

I played practically free

But I had nothin'

To live up to

Everywhere to be

Old days

Are comin' back to me

Old days

Are comin' back to me

I don't know what was

So great about 'em

I played practically free

But I had nothin'

To live up to

Everywhere to be

Old days

Are comin' back to me

Old days

Are comin' back to me