Irma Thomas - Old Records

Old Records
(Allen Toussaint)

It’s so good
Listening to your old records
And thinking about you,
Yes it is
It’s so nice
Drivin’ slowly through the park
Slightly after dark
And thinking about you
You you you you you

I knew I was flirting
With a hurting
And now I’m certain
That you did the right thing
Leaving me
But at least when you left,
You left so many many
Sweet memories. Yes, you did.

Just like old man withered,
I’ll keep right on rolling
But it will never be the same without you, no no, no
Night time find me counting diamonds in the sky
Then I turn on my Stereo
With the volume intimately low

It’s so good listening to old records
And thinkin’ about you. Yes, it is
It’s so nice
A fizzling slowly on ice
And thinking ‘bout you
You you you you you

Memories of you seem to be my favorite pastime, oh, yeah
I either can’t or I don’t want to get you off of my mind, oh no no
Oh, I’m not afraid to move on to someone new
But you are hard act to follow,
I just can’t stop thinkin’ of you

I knew I was flirting
With a hurting
And now I’m certain
That you did the right thing
Leaving me
But at least when you left,
You left so many many
Sweet, sweet memories.
Oh, yes, you did.
Sweet sweet memories, yes, you did
Sweet, sweet memories, ridin’ in the park, slightly after dark
Sweet, sweet memories, thinkin’ of you, babe
Sweet, sweet memories, listenin’ to old, old, old, old
Sweet, sweet memories, oh yes, thinkin’ about you, babe
Sweet, sweet memories, oh yes, you’re such a sweet, sweet memory
Sweet, sweet memories, oh yes, you’re such a sweet, sweet memory