Lyrics:
Guy Clark That Old Time Feeling

. 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

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

the next time you're watchin' Sid Lasher And the wind blew the echoes of long-faded voices And they would sing me a song that the old cowboys sang And

(Guy Clark) The old gunfighter on the porch Stared into the sun And relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And

or draw for ya piece or please reach for the sky My ether is 9 like 9 millimetres times 9 millimetres times 9 millimetres from ya spine So take time

thanks Snoop for that bag of smoke (Get down) Join us next time for the show We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo (Granny!) That's it for now

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

or draw for ya piece or please reach for the sky My ether is 9 like 9 millimetres times 9 millimetres times 9 millimetres from ya spine So take time my

thanks Snoop for that bag of smoke (Get down) Join us next time for the show We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo (Granny!) That's it for now