New Shoes By Ronald S Porter
Lady sits and sings the blues.
Daddy's got some brand new shoes.
Get your best dress baby, do your hair,
lets go out walking everywhere.
The lights and noise, just might chase
your case of blues away.
And, I get to put these new kicks on display.
Lets strut our stuff like we used to would,
no place to go, no money to spend,
but dog-gone, baby! We'll sure look good!
Copyright © Ron Porter | Year Posted 2012
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