I walked plenty of milesDown long and bumpy roadsAnd I've had lots of holes on the solesOf my shoesI'm on my second soleIt's looking mighty wornI've danced in it, ran in itPut plenty of milesPut out fires with itOh shoesWithout you I can wallow in the mudWith you I run, I trample down the brushAnd I can chooseOh shoesWhen things get hot I want to shake you offWhen things get hot I want to shake you offShoesThere's lots of shoes around that ain't out walking on the streetYeah lots of shoes get made that don't get put on no one's feetIf I have to go somewhereI don't take an extra pairOf shoesCause if I need another pairI can get them anywhereShoes
