Storekeeper

No shoes, no shirt, no service

Reads the sign on the front screen door

Your friends 011 moke me nervous

You best keep 'em out of my store

I don't moke no bones about it

I don't need your barefoot blues

I con damn sure do without it

I keep a good shine on my shoes

You've used up all your credit

My patience all ran out

And it'll lake two months of pay days

To settle your account

So get them fools up off my front step

And get 'em out of here

I don't need that kind of business

Do I moke myself clear

Don't think I don't know it

You been stealin' me blind

You thought I wouldn't notice

Or you thought I wouldn't mind

But you've run out of excuses

Son you're wastin' my lime

Get your face on out the front door

Toke it down the line