歌词：Guy Clark. That Old Time Feelin'.

And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall
Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall
And that old time feelin' comes stumblin' up the street
Like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet

And that old time feelin' draws circles around the blok
Like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock
And that old time feelin' fall on it's face in the park
Like and old wino prayin' he can make it 'till it's dark

And that old time feelin' comes and goes in the rain
Like an old man with his checkers, dyin' to find a game
And that old time feelin' plays for beer in bars
Like and old blues-time picker who don't recall who you are

And that old time feelin' limps through the night on a crutch
Like an old soldier wonderin' if he's paid too much
And that old time feelin' rocks and spits and cries
Like and old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes

And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall
Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall
And that old time feelin' comes stumblin' up the street
Like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet