Tom T. Hall - Waiting On The Other Shoe To Fall lyrics

When I was a young man I busted my jeans hopping a freight down to New Orleans Worked on the oil rigs and played in the bars but nothing ever k**ed me so far Now I'm waitin' on the other shoe to fall and right now you're walking out on me I can hear your footsteps going down the hall And I am waitin' on the other shoe to fall ( fiddle ) Well I joined the army and I did my time they sent me right up to the front lines People were shoutin' and shootin' at me but I had to keep America free Now I'm waitin' on the other shoe to fall... ( dobro ) I've been to California and I've been to New York And all in between I had beans on my fork Clothes on my back and a song on my mind but I've never met a woman like your kind Now I'm waitin' on the other shoe to fall... ( fiddle ) Well right down the street there's an old boardin' house You better be careful bout throwin' me out When she hears my footsteps comin' up their stairs she's gonna start combing her hair She's a waitin' on the other shoe to fall right now you're walking out on me I can hear your footsteps going down the hall And she is waitin' on the other shoe to fall