Dont feel right wearing another man's shoes Cant get a new pair until I've pad all of my dues My cowboy boots have gotten too many holes From getting kicked in the shins and stompin' out
But it's too far to heaven, can't hitch a free ride Angels don't pick up losers so down on their pride Still I stick out my thumb and I hope there's a chance cause I can't coast on my looks and fake more romance
Cause I don't want to take you down, break you down, and shake you down I don't want to bring you up, just to leave you low And break you down so down so down
I wasn't born no damaged goods Just too the wrong road inward to a place all alone Sure, I can pick out a new name, and I can wear some new clothes Just can't change the ending of how my story goes
I don't want to take you down, break you down, and shake you down I don't want to bring you up, just to leave you low and Break you down so down so down
But things won't get better till I change em my own Admit what I've done, unstitch what I've sewn But if you travel with me, you'll just see that...? I'm doomed to go nowhere at the aghe of 19
I don't want to take you down, break you down, and shake you down I don't want to bring you up, just to leave you low And break you down so down so down
Compositores: Maurice Phillip Ross, Ric Browde, Sharon J Ross, Joe Almeida, Alexander Alfredo Kniepkamp, Josiah H Camp Iii ECAD: Obra #6194378