The Same Old Walk - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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? 
Chorus 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-
Chorus. 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.