American Old Time Song Lyrics: 25 The Same Old Walk
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 25
THE SAME OLD WALK.
Words and Music by Harry Wright.
I'm called a curious fellow, eccentric in my dress,
But I know where'er I go I'm thought of none the less;
The people laugh at my walk, but why I fail to see,
When I go out the little boys shout, as they run along after me:
Spoken-That's him, Tommy, don't you see?
He's still got the same old walk, he's still got the same old style,
He's still got the same old face, he's still got the same old smile;
He's still got the same old coat. oh, doesn't he look a flat?
And just look there, I do declare, he's wearing the same old hat.
I know this style of clothes was worn many years ago,
I can't find any easier style, let me try all I know;
They pass remarks at my coat, and at me often smile,
I don't care a pin, I laugh and grin, and still keep the same old style.
Spoken-I don't care what they say, they may shout as loud as they like.-Cho.
My style of dress I am sure to me is no disgrace.
My sweetheart often says it matches with my face;
When I take her off to church, the bells shall merrily ring.
And as we're toddling through the streets, the boys and girls will sing:
Spoken-Hallo, Harry, are you going to marry? How is Carrie? don't you
tarry, I see-
You've still got the same old walk, you've still got the same old style.
You've still got the same old face, you've still got the same old smile;
You've still got the same old coat, oh, don't you look a flat?
You make me stare, I do declare, you're wearing the same old hat.