Halley Elwell - Old Fashioned Kind

I like to hear the plaintive croon
Of a tenor saxophone
In a dive of a room
Where I sit all alone
Oo oo oo oo ooh
I read books by dead authors
Keep a handkerchief around
Tip my hate to strangers
And have another round
Oo oo oo oo ooh
Sweet as a cube of sugar
Dissolving in my glass
Complex as the bitters
Casting their dark path
Through the amber of the whiskey
Stirring memories in my mind
I guess you'd call me
The Old Fashioned Kind
I'm not stuck in the past
But I do like some tradition
I can feel the future's wrath
And its tireless motion
Oo oo oo oo ooh
So I say keep it simple
Don't forget to add the ice
Take or leave a cherry
But an orange twist can be nice
Oo oo oo oo ooh
Sweet as a cube of sugar
Dissolving in my glass
Complex as the bitters
Casting their dark path
Through the amber of the whiskey
Stirring memories in my mind
I guess you'd call me
The Old Fashioned Kind
Sweet as a cube of sugar
Dissolving in my glass
Complex as the bitters
Casting their dark path
Through the amber of the whiskey
Stirring memories in my mind
I guess you'd call me
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind
The Old Fashioned Kind

Written by:
Halley Elwell

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