Holes in them blue shoes
Singin' the red Blues
Pickin' a bouquet of power
Blamin' it on the clear booze
I said little darlin', get a grip
Get them red Blues outta your hair
She said I just wanna stop lyin'
But I don't know when and I don't know where
I said you're preachin' to the choir baby
And I ain't gunna scold ya
When you ain't lyin'
I feel like I hardly know ya
And when you're lyin' I like ya best
I've got holes in them feet
As well as them shoes
I'll just keep walkin' til my blisters bruise
Cause you know I'll love you til the day I die
Ya I'll love you til the day I die
I've got a head full money though my pockets wouldn't prove it
Gotta make a decision and I don't know how to choose it
Mind full of soul
Belly full of Blues
Just keep blamin' the cheap clear booze