John Hiatt - Old Days Lyrics
He was drinkin' that milkWith that Dewar's WhiskeySaid John,There's nothin'Written anywhereSuggests the bluesWill set you freeOld daysAre comin' back to meI was ridin'In the back seat,With Sonny TerryLittle harmonica playerUsed to drive him aroundI think his name was HarryTried to get him to eat tofu,Raw vegetables, nuts,And berriesBut SonnyWasn't havin' any of itHe let me share a room with 'emFor a couple of weeksSonny slept with his good eyeOpen staring outFrom under the sheetsI was young and uncomfortableI don't mind tellin' yaKinda gave me the creepsOld daysAre comin' back to meOld daysAre comin' back to meDon't know what wasSo good about 'emI played practically freeI had nothin'To live up toEverywhere to beOld daysAre comin' back to meOn some datesWith Mose AllisonSomewhere out in the MidwestSaid some of my lyricsReminded himOf the poet Kenneth PatchenI took it as a complimentHe was referring to the lineAbout wearin' neon signsOn your woundsLater onI knew what he meantOld daysAre comin' back to meOn a dateWith John Lee HookerAt a packedJoint up in WashingtonHe came inWith a gorgeous womanOn each armAs I was singing my songWalked 'em right upAnd sat 'emOn the edge of the stageAs I went singing alongAnd that's called"evenin' son,I'm the headliner"Old daysAre comin' back to meI don't know what wasSo great about 'emI played practically freeBut I had nothingTo live up toAnd everywhere to beOld daysAre comin' back to mePlayed a gigWith John Hammond Jr.Up in Vancouver BCExotic dancer cameIn my dressing room,Started dancing exoticallyThey were smoking somethingIn the audience that night,Smelled exactly like cat peeOld days are comin' back to meOpened up a gigFor Gatemouth BrownDown in Baton RougeHe was playingThat Hillbilly, Jazz,Cajun, CountryZydeco, and BluesThrowin' itOut past the wallsLike some kindOf musical centrifugeOld daysAre comin' back to meOld daysAre comin' back to meI don't know what wasSo good about 'emI played practically freeBut I had nothin'To live up toEverywhere to beOld daysAre comin' back to meOld daysAre comin' back to meI don't know what wasSo great about 'emI played practically freeBut I had nothin'To live up toEverywhere to beOld daysAre comin' back to meOld daysAre comin' back to me
