Laurence Overmire - Old Shoes lyrics

Old shoes Broken-soled brothers Have seen happier days I remember when I bought them My young hands pulled the laces tight I looked smart in those shoes Dancing with the girls on a hot summer night Smoking cigarettes in the gloom Waiting for a dream to slip into the back seat Of a '57 Chevy. Ah, but Old shoes Don't last long And old feet grow tired From all the walking. There comes a time When both must part An ignominious end In some forgotten field Covered with pungent earth Discarded debris.