When My Shoes Wear Out From Walking 1921

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 3 January 2011
2011

You say I look disgusted,
it's just because I'm busted,
My job is gone and I feel blue,
You ask me why I holler,
I've spent my whole last dollar,
and now I don't know what to do.
The rainy day has hit me,
and poverty has bit me,
Here lately things don't come my way.
I'm back with Street and Walker,
I'm just a curbstone talker,
so listen while I say:

I've got the busted blues,
seems like there ain't no use,
I've got my walking shoes
right on my feet.
It really is a sin;
I've worn the soles so thin,
to ride a jitney bus
would be a treat.
I've wandered up and down
and all around the town,
to find another job
but all in vain,
When my shoes wear out from walking
I'll be on my feet again.

I've got the busted blues,
seems like there ain't no use,
I've got my walking shoes
right on my feet.
I know just how it feels,
to miss those three square meals,
I realize how nice it is to eat.
To have the job I had
would surely make me glad,
But after all I really can't complain,
When my shoes wear out from walking
I'll be on my feet again.

You ask me why I'm kickin'
I've had such easy pickin'
while making ten bucks ev'ry day.
I've always been a spender,
my friends call me a lender,
but now they seem to turn away.
I've always had employment,
and my share of enjoyment,
but now I find that I'm dead broke.
So take a tip from me, sir,
It's not the way to be, sir,
For really it's no joke.

I've got the busted blues,
seems like there ain't no use,
I've got my walking shoes
right on my feet.
It really is a sin;
I've worn the soles so thin,
to ride a jitney bus
would be a treat.
I've wandered up and down
and all around the town,
to find another job
but all in vain,
When my shoes wear out from walking
I'll be on my feet again.

I've got the busted blues,
seems like there ain't no use,
I've got my walking shoes
right on my feet.
I know just how it feels,
to miss those three square meals,
I realize how nice it is to eat.
To have the job I had
would surely make me glad,
But after all I really can't complain,
When my shoes wear out from walking
I'll be on my feet again.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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When My Shoes Wear Out From Walking 1921
(I'll Be On MY Feet Again)
Music by Edward Schroeder
Lyrics by Cal.de Vol
© MCMXXI by Chas.E.Roat Mus.Co.Ltd., Battle Creek, Mich.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 3 January 2011 at 14.59
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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