Old Songs

Way down upon the Suwannee River They had a special kind of song To help them push the work along They'd hum it to the rhythm of the old ego And don't you know that something happened When they're singing to the snapping of the Chattanooga shoeshine boy They kept it on dancing rhythm, they rode it with them That was the birth of the blues Charleston, Charleston Just look what those white boys done Jazzy, snazzy Sweet tooth singer in a be-bop band I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair And there's no place like home I mean, I've been wandering high and low To find a good old record A good gold record I could dig to hear But it's clear that these days they just don't make 'em Some folks break 'em just to spite me You know that they've taken my memory lane And made it a six-lane freeway Telling me, baby, it's the way to fly high Well, I know when I'm beat Gotta go take my seat I'm going where I'm better known I need those old songs Old songs I hop from floor to floor I wander near and far for Old songs, solid gold songs They take me back a ways Into my younger days Those old songs You and I are older now And very far apart Still it's true the thought of you Does strange things to my heart And all the songs I made today With newer loves in mind Baby, just as long as I can hear the songs of yesteryear I get along just fine I wanna hear those old songs Old songs I mean a melody that wakes the memory Like those old songs Now brother, you can't try to tell me you like these new songs Better than tried and true songs I know that I never, I never had one of them yet Put a smile on my face I know that I never had one of them yet That could give me a case of the low-down, dirty The blue of the night meets the gold of the day Now they're the songs that really said the things I wanna say They mean a lot to me They really got to me when I was younger You and I are older now And very far apart Still it's true the thought of you Does strange things to my heart And all the songs I made today With a hip-hop stance in mind Baby, just as long as I can hear the songs of yesteryear I'm just fine I wanna hear those old songs Old songs They take me back a ways Into my younger days And old, old songs Solid gold songs I mean a melody Nothing means as much to me