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Looking For the Old Man
Music & lyrics by Robert Coleman Trussell
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If I start drinking early
Pass out before noon
If I start seeing triple
And go howling at the moon
If I get a case of lonesome
And go staring at the sky
Don't you worry, mama
You don't need to ask me why
If I read some old newspapers
From 1946
Just to figure out
Just how they got their kicks
And I get kinda misty
And I get kinda blue
Don't you worry, mama
Cause it ain't meant for you
I'm just looking for the old man
Looking for the old man
Looking for the old man one more time

Sometimes I grab my phone
And make a call or two
I might call California
Or maybe Timbuktu
I'll find some guy who knew him
Back when the world was young
I'll say you know I like the way
You did the things you done
You drank like sailors on a long voyage home
You listened to the blues
You didn't mind waking up
With whiskey on your shoes
The Nazis really scared you
The commies made you shake
But you calmed your soul with whiskey
And a stack of .78s
I'm just looking for the old man
Looking for the old man
Looking for the old man one more time

You known I love you, baby
More than sugar, more than salt
But if I break all the dishes
You know it's really not my fault
I'm just looking for the old man
Wherever he may be
His ashes are in the river
And they're flowing to the sea
He might be in the water
Off the shores of France
He might be in the red dirt
Back on my uncle's ranch
He might be in the gray clouds
Drifting over me
Someday I might sing this song
And he might sing with me
I'm just looking for the old man
Looking for the old man
Looking for the old man one more time
One more time