I'm Sitting In This Place Again the Same Old Place I Used To Sit When Young behind The Bar The Same Old Face that Used To Serve The Root Beer For A Song the Tapestry Upon The Wall has Faded Since The Last Time I Was Here the Ceiling A Shade Darker it's Been Painted With Cigarettes Smoked Through The Years but Still There's Something Different as I Gazed Into My Whiskyglass 't Was When I Knew i Looked Around And Close My Eyes and Guess That Something Different Must Be You.
the Juke Box In The Corner Plays The Same Old Song a Song Of Long your Fotograph Hangs By The Door reminding Me Of Friends I Used To Know i Guess Those Were The Good Old Days there's Really Nothing Like Those Good Old Days a Simple Kiss Then We Shool Hands we Said Good-Bye And Went Our Different Ways i've Been Away So Long Now and When I Look Back It's More Than I Can Bear i Buy Another Drink And As I Place It To My Lips i Shed A Tear.
i'm Sitting In This Place Again the Same Old Place I Used To Sit Before behind The Bar The Same Old Face that Won't Serve Me No Whisky Anymore but Still There's Something Different as A Gaced Into My Whiskyglass 't Was Then I Knew i Looked Around And Close My Eyes i Guess That Something Different Must Be You i Looked Around And Close My Eyes i Guess That Something Different Must Be You.