that old time feeling

and that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall, like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall, and that old time feeling comes stumblin' up the street, like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet, and that old time feeling draws circles around the block, like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock, and that old time feeling falls on its face in the park, like an old wino prayin' he can make it till it's dark, and that old time feeling comes and goes in the rain, like an old man with his checkers, dyin' 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 wonderin' if he's paid too much, and that old time feeling rocks and spits and cries, like an old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes, and that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall, like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall