Old Days John Hiatt

I was sittin' in the dressing room with brownie mcgee
He was drinkin' that milk with that dewar's whiskey
Said John, there's nothin' written anywhere
Suggests the blues will set you free
Old days are comin' back to me

I was ridin' in the back seat, with sonny terry
Little harmonica player used to drive him around
I think his name was Harry
Tried to get him to eat tofu, raw vegetables, nuts, and berries
But Sonny wasn't havin' any of it

He let me share a room with 'em for a couple of weeks
Sonny slept with his good eye open staring out from under the sheets
I was young and uncomfortable I don't mind tellin' ya kinda gave me the creeps
Old days are comin' back to me

Old days are comin' back to me
Don't know what was so good about ‘em
I played practically free
I had nothin' to live up to
Everywhere to be
Old days are comin' back to me

On some dates with Mose Allison somewhere out in the midwest
Said some of my lyrics reminded him of the poet kenneth patchen
I took it as a compliment
He was referring to the line about wearin' neon signs on your wounds
Later on I knew what he meant
Old days are comin' back to me