Old-Fangled Thing

It was a hot steamy night
I was drinking on my own
Just me and my guitar
The bar was empty
‘cept for the regular few
And then along came you

Well, that sounds familiar
Uh uh, it’s early days, unfinished tune, y’know how it is…
Going nowhere up until now
I was dickin’ around
Trying something new
And then along came you

You track me like a lover breathing down my neck
Tingle touching as I shiver in the heat
You’re so serene and now I’m the living wreck
The melody is hot and the message so sweet…

…Sweet and spicy
It’s feeling good man, it has that golden ring
That, that’ll do nicely, something I can sing
I can get it down with this old fangled thing…

Why does your eraser have a handle so long?
It’s for the lead in my pencil man, I got to keep it sharp
Knock it into shape, I can’t go wrong
But even then…when I’m done…here comes another part

You track me like a lover breathing down my neck
Tingle touching as I shiver in the heat
You’re so serene and now I’m the living wreck
The melody is hot and the message so sweet