Old Fashion
Baby
I confess this time
That I'm sure we're gonna make it
So stick around
If you can take it
And you can see the signs
Like the flowers down there on Powell Street
That grow in Wintertime
Now there're no lonely days
Reach out and take it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Come on, come on, come on we ain't complicating nothing
Walking hand in hand. Sketch an ampersand. Say it when you mean it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Why run off to Tahoe
Or slip across to Stateline
Those weekends up in Reno
Well, they used to change my mind
But there're no lonely days
Life's ours for taking
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Come on, come on, come on we ain't complicating nothing
Walking hand in hand. Sketch an ampersand. Say it when you mean it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Oh yeah
Tell me the things you need
Tell me the part you seek
Is it a symphony, maybe fireworks
Or a gallant knight
I've got my bags right here
There filled from ear to ear
And I'm tired after all these years and years
I get to leave them behind me
And all these reveries
Are poor reflections of my memory
But I can heed the little voice inside, sayin'
Not a god damn one I'm gonna miss in time cause you...
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Come on, come on, come on we ain't complicating nothing
Walking hand in hand. Sketch an ampersand. Say it when you mean it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
I confess this time
That I'm sure we're gonna make it
So stick around
If you can take it
And you can see the signs
Like the flowers down there on Powell Street
That grow in Wintertime
Now there're no lonely days
Reach out and take it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Come on, come on, come on we ain't complicating nothing
Walking hand in hand. Sketch an ampersand. Say it when you mean it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Why run off to Tahoe
Or slip across to Stateline
Those weekends up in Reno
Well, they used to change my mind
But there're no lonely days
Life's ours for taking
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Come on, come on, come on we ain't complicating nothing
Walking hand in hand. Sketch an ampersand. Say it when you mean it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Oh yeah
Tell me the things you need
Tell me the part you seek
Is it a symphony, maybe fireworks
Or a gallant knight
I've got my bags right here
There filled from ear to ear
And I'm tired after all these years and years
I get to leave them behind me
And all these reveries
Are poor reflections of my memory
But I can heed the little voice inside, sayin'
Not a god damn one I'm gonna miss in time cause you...
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
Come on, come on, come on we ain't complicating nothing
Walking hand in hand. Sketch an ampersand. Say it when you mean it
Gimme, gimme, gimme some old fashion lovin'
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Writer(s): John Snead
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