That's Old Time Lyrics

The first time the rain fell down on a hollow log

A seashell held up in the wind sang a lonesome song

The first time the vine grew 'round and broke the gourd

Old time music it was born

And every since then man he couldn't take his rest

The women danced around doing the cuckoo call

Just like later did josephine baker

And the firelight shined and burned the whole night long

And old time music found a home

Up and across the years the songbirds flew

And over seven oceans made their way

Becoming everything from bluegrass to jazz

And now every other cat that you meet on the street's

Got a pick in hand and an old string band

Now we don't let no radios tell us how to sound

For old time music is the genuine

Cracked old fiddle squawking like a goose,

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Hobo camping out in the caboose

That's old time that's old time

Djangling nineteen thirty some d-18

Bandanna on a stick holding everything

Barn dance mama jumping like a spring that's old time that's old time

Banjo banging out the crooked beat

Moonshine's coolin' in the cripple creek

Dead arm davey's got the shufflin' feet

That's old time that's old time

Granny greasy coating up the frying pan

Uphill both ways with an egg in her hand

Riding in the buggy with sally ann

That's old time that's old

The clouds I made a pillow

Under the crying willow

I found my roots

And I dreamed the music