• In These Shoes (Don't Ya Know?)

    Another Travelin' Folk Song by R. J. Spring

    You cannot understand
    My constant love for land.
    It's never been you're thing,
    Since I accepted your diamond ring.

    You tell me you can't be amused.
    But inside I know you can't stand.
    Even when I just say that you merely refuse,
    This roamin' love of mine of the land.

    You see my shoes,
    But you don't know them.
    You seem to lose
    All knowledge of them.

    If only you knew
    Where I's-a goin' with them.
    I think you'd choose
    To follow in their dust-bowl hems.

    [C] You see my shoes, don't ya know them?
    You can only lose me when I wear them.
    And you can't choose to have me back with you,
    Because my shoes have me, and it's me they're ownin'.

    I travel on though, with them rollin'.
    Leaving without you, I go roamin'.
    You thought that all that talk was a lie.
    Now you see that you wish you could die.
    Cause I'm gone before the sun can rise. [C.]

    My wore down shoes
    Take me from you.
    These faithful shoes, of mine.
    Oh these torn and battered, loyal shoes of twine.


    I travel on though, with them rollin'.
    Leaving without you, I go roamin'.
    You thought that all that talk was a lie.
    Now you see that you wish you could die.
    Cause I'm gone before the sun can rise. [C.]

    And I'm gone before the sun can rise.