Old Songs Songtext
von The Pointer Sisters

Way down upon the Suwannee River

They had a special kind of song
To help them push the work along
They′d hum it to the rhythm of the old ego
And don't you know that something happened
When they′re singing to the snapping of the Chattanooga shoeshine boy
They kept it on dancing rhythm, they rode it with them
That was the birth of the blues
Charleston, Charleston
Just look what those white boys done
Jazzy, snazzy
Sweet tooth singer in a be-bop band

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
And there's no place like home


I mean, I've been wandering high and low
To find a good old record
A good gold record I could dig to hear
But it′s clear that these days they just don′t make 'em
Some folks break ′em just to spite me
You know that they've taken my memory lane
And made it a six-lane freeway
Telling me, baby, it′s the way to fly high
Well, I know when I'm beat
Gotta go take my seat
I′m going where I'm better known


I need those old songs
Old songs
I hop from floor to floor
I wander near and far for
Old songs, solid gold songs
They take me back a ways
Into my younger days
Those old songs
You and I are older now
And very far apart
Still it's true the thought of you
Does strange things to my heart
And all the songs I made today
With newer loves in mind
Baby, just as long as I can hear the songs of yesteryear
I get along just fine
I wanna hear those old songs
Old songs
I mean a melody that wakes the memory
Like those old songs
Now brother, you can′t try to tell me you like these new songs
Better than tried and true songs
I know that I never, I never had one of them yet
Put a smile on my face
I know that I never had one of them yet
That could give me a case of the low-down, dirty
The blue of the night meets the gold of the day
Now they′re the songs that really said the things I wanna say
They mean a lot to me
They really got to me when I was younger
You and I are older now
And very far apart
Still it's true the thought of you
Does strange things to my heart
And all the songs I made today
With a hip-hop stance in mind
Baby, just as long as I can hear the songs of yesteryear
I′m just fine
I wanna hear those old songs
Old songs
They take me back a ways
Into my younger days
And old, old songs
Solid gold songs
I mean a melody
Nothing means as much to me