He can tell it from a million miles away that's real leather
He's got the skill, and for a twenty-dollar bill he'll make it better
Just hanging 'round till the next Joe sits down, a cuppa coffee and the Times
Gotta check the weather
He's the shoeshine man, airport Chicago
Next to the hot-pretzel stand
And when he pops that rag time is a memory, and deep in the moment he dwells
Steadfast and true, one thing to do, he's here and now
Slaps that brush, a little more polish, sure got to get it just right
When there's nothin' on his mind that's when he shines
Things are quiet and they're closin' down the bars, just the red eyes
All flights are gone, ain't nothin' but the dawn in the friendly skies
He takes the train, there's a poundin' in his brain
He gets just a little bit off track just tryin' to survive
He's the shoeshine man, airport Chicago
And tomorrow will be a new day
When he pops that rag time is a memory, and deep in the moment he dwells
Steadfast and true, he's got one thing to do, he's here and now
Slaps that brush, a little more polish, sure got to get it just right
When there's nothin' on his mind that's when he shines
He's the shoeshine man, airport Chicago
And tomorrow will be a new day
When he pops that rag time is a memory, and deep in the moment he dwells
Steadfast and true, one thing to do, he's here and now
Slaps that brush, a little more polish, sure got to get it just right
When there's nothin' on his mind that's when he shines
When there's nothin' on his mind that's when he shines
Next to the hot-pretzel stand