But he's got the dirtiest job in town
Bendin' low at the peoples' feet
Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes
How'd he keep from gettin' the blues
He grinned as he raised his little head
Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
But he's got the dirtiest job in town
Bendin' low at the peoples' feet
Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes
How'd he keep from gettin' the blues
He grinned as he raised his little head
Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
You can smell the weed burning
You can smell the weed burning
Moral of the story.
We can't all be lucky on the same day.
Moral of the story.
We can't all be lucky on the same day.