Tennis Shoes

Sun was comin' up on New Orleans

When I opened my eyes

It was another perfect morning

I didn't know where I was

or where I was going

For most of my life

If there was a chance to fuck it up

Well...I did

Yeah...I did

Well...I did

A ridiculous existence

Now I'm looking back

All kinds of thoughts come to me

But all I can think is

I'm sorry

Well...I'm sorry

And let the truth be known

I've got to walk around

In my own tennis shoes

The truth be known

I've had to learn to live

In this world on my own

Let the truth be known

Nobody showed me

How it's supposed to go

Let the truth be known

I've learned to walk around

In my own tennis shoes

Look at me now

It's pretty hard to believe it

That pitiful boy

You can barely see him

I don't beg nothing from no one

Mow my lawn on the weekends

Just a regular guy now

From the gutters of New Orleans

And...I'm happy

Yeah...I'm happy

And let the truth be known...