One old brown shoe falls in slow motion,
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And the bedsprings hover right above your head,
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As bed springs do, when you're beneath them.
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Someone else just climbed into your bed.
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By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix,
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She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled.
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Well you've got your pride, and a blue-steel '45,
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And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall.
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You'll dig a double grave out in the meadow,
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And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud.
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You'll take I-35 south towards Laredo,
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Then you'll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir
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That'll make everything better, except your late wife and her lover.
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By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix,
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She'd sealed her fate and gotten herself killed.
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Well you've got your pride, and a blue-steel '45,
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And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall.
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The Other Shoe
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Old 97's |