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 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
Compositor: John R Hiatt (Hiatt John) ECAD: Obra #2910658