Waiting on the Other Shoe to Fall

When I was a young man I busted my jeans hopping a freight down to New Orleans

Worked on the oil rigs and played in the bars but nothing ever killed me so far

Now I'm waitin' on the other shoe to fall and right now you're walking out on me

I can hear your footsteps going down the hall

And I am waitin' on the other shoe to fall

Well I joined the army and I did my time they sent me right up to the front lines

People were shoutin' and shootin' at me but I had to keep America free

Now I'm waitin' on the other shoe to fall...

I've been to California and I've been to New York

And all in between I had beans on my fork

Clothes on my back and a song on my mind but I've never met a woman like your kind

Now I'm waitin' on the other shoe to fall...

Well right down the street there's an old boardin' house

You better be careful bout throwin' me out

When she hears my footsteps comin' up their stairs she's gonna start combing her hair

She's a waitin' on the other shoe to fall right now you're walking out on me

I can hear your footsteps going down the hall

And she is waitin' on the other shoe to fall