Lyrics

Old Shoes
Words and music by Neil McCallion
 
Old shoes brought me here
Them old shoes brought me here
To my little dulce buena, TV and a bottle of beer 
 
Them new shoes just don't fit
Them new shoes just don't fit 
And I do not like them, not one little bit
 
Countin' the jack in a Cadillac, they know when you're goin' in style
Or your pick up truck's run out of luck and you're walkin' that country mile
Bullets are flyin', mothers are cryin'
They know when you're layin' low
Bare feet may be more discreet but what you gonna do when it's cold?
 
Them old shoes been around the block
Them old shoes been around the block
They'll get you out the back door when there ain't no time for socks
 
Old shoes brought me here
Them old shoes brought me here
To my little dulce buena, TV and a bottle of beer