Satan's Shoes (J. Lyon/G. Tallent/B. Bandiera) Down to the dregs Of a two-week binge Lost in the swamp Way out past the fringe He was rolled in Baton Rouge Now he's barefoot in the bayou Staring at a sight That would make a dead man cringe Out beyond the levee The swamp gra** is on fire You can hear the marsh birds scream As the methane drives them higher Then the Devil in the flesh Walking on fetid water Holds out a taloned hand And says "I know what you desire" Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes You want to walk around in Satan's shoes Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes You want to dance in Satan's shoes You've been a loser all your life You're friendless, you're loveless You've been abandoned by your wife Well, I've got the trick That will make your life a treat
C'mon, what d'ya say Slip 'em on your feet Well, he tried 'em on And they fit like a hand tooled glove And that fine Corinthian leather Felt just like a mother's love He howled at the moon And he raged at the sun Yea, he all kinds of illicit fun Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes I want to walk around in Satan's shoes Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes I want to dance in Satan's shoes Ah, people, now We come to the sad part of the story They found him face down In the mayor's wife's morning glories Yeah, he had a good time But it didn't last too long Now he's somewhere singing That old mournful song...you know Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes You want to walk around in Satan's shoes Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes He's stepping out tonight in Satan's shoes