Words by Victoria Williams



I walked plenty of miles

Down long and bumpy roads

And I've had lots of holes on the soles

Of my shoes

I'm on my second sole

It's looking mighty worn

I've danced in it ran in it

Put plenty of miles

Put out fires with it

Oh shoes

Chorus:

Without you I can't (can?) wallow in the mud

With you I run I trample down the brush

And I can choose

Oh shoes

When things get hot I want to shake you off

When things get hot I want to shake you off

shoes

There's lots of shoes around that ain't out walking on the street

Yeah lots of shoes get made that don't get put on no one's feet

If I have to go somewhere

I don't take an extra pair

Of shoes

Cause if I need another pair

I can get them anywhere

Shoes

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Yes shoes

Oh shoes

Oh yeah shoes