Woodshedders
Woodshedders - That's Old Time lyrics
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The first time the rain fell down on a hollow log A seashell held up in the wind sang a lonesome song The first time the vine grew 'round and broke the gourd Old time music it was born And every since then man he couldn't take his rest The women danced around doing the cuckoo call Just like later did josephine baker And the firelight shined and burned the whole night long And old time music found a home Up and across the years the songbirds flew And over seven oceans made their way Becoming everything from bluegrass to jazz And now every other cat that you meet on the street's Got a pick in hand and an old string band Now we don't let no radios tell us how to sound For old time music is the genuine Cracked old fiddle squawking like a goose, Kay bass thumping like a stomping moose Hobo camping out in the caboose That's old time that's old time Djangling nineteen thirty some d-18 Bandanna on a stick holding everything Barn dance mama jumping like a spring that's old time that's old time Banjo banging out the crooked beat Moonshine's coolin' in the cripple creek Dead arm davey's got the shufflin' feet That's old time that's old time Granny greasy coating up the frying pan Uphill both ways with an egg in her hand Riding in the buggy with sally ann That's old time that's old The clouds I made a pillow Under the crying willow I found my roots And I dreamed the music