Rick's Cafe

I went down to see you play

I didn't know just what to say

But I turned up anyway

I get these crazy feelings

The way you played my old guitar

Made me wish I was a star

But stars nowadays don't go so far

The word has lost its meaning

In the good old days I played some Bossa Nova

In the good old days I played some Rock 'n' Roll

But now I only sit and turn it over

But in the good old days I would have sold my soul

I watched you play, I watched you grow

Each night I'd see a different show

And all the girls would come and go

They get these crazy feelings

A spotlight in a smoky room

A young guitarist played a tune

And Ella's voice would kiss the moon

And I took it all for granted

In the good old days I played some Bossa Nova

In the good old days I played some Rock 'n' Roll

But now I only sit and turn it over

But in the good old days I would have sold my soul

How proud I am today

That we can both sit here and play

It takes me back to those old days

When I had those crazy feelings

In the good old days I played some Bossa Nova

In the good old days I played some Rock 'n' Roll

But now I only sit and turn it over

But in the good old days I would have sold my soul