Текст песни Tom T. Hall - Waiting On The Other Shoe To Fall
Tom T. Hall - Waiting On The Other Shoe To Fall слова песни
When I was a young man I busted my jeans hopping a freight down to New OrleansWorked on the oil rigs and played in the bars but nothing ever killed me so farNow I`m waitin` on the other shoe to fall and right now you`re walking out on meI can hear your footsteps going down the hallAnd I am waitin` on the other shoe to fall[ fiddle ]Well I joined the army and I did my time they sent me right up to the front linesPeople were shoutin` and shootin` at me but I had to keep America freeNow I`m waitin` on the other shoe to fall...[ dobro ]I`ve been to California and I`ve been to New YorkAnd all in between I had beans on my forkClothes on my back and a song on my mind but I`ve never met a woman like your kindNow I`m waitin` on the other shoe to fall...[ fiddle ]Well right down the street there`s an old boardin` houseYou better be careful bout throwin` me outWhen she hears my footsteps comin` up their stairs she`s gonna start combing her hairShe`s a waitin` on the other shoe to fall right now you`re walking out on meI can hear your footsteps going down the hallAnd she is waitin` on the other shoe to fall