Shoestrings - Billy Jones

    ramble through the briar and brush
    grass stains and burrs
    on my shoestrings
    I am just a kid who played in trees
    who climbs a rock and skins his knee
    comes crying home with blood
    on his shoestrings

    ain't it funny how we come to hang on things
    it seems we just get by on a shoestring

    it seems that once we learn to tie
    the tear should never leave the eye
    though still I stumble, fall and cry
    I don't believe that not supposed to be
    in my shoe strings

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    all well and grown the elder son
    is always told that he's the one to fill the shoes
    when daddy's gone but that race has already run
    and he won't lose his soul for his shoestrings

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    so gamble down the years of age
    the sky's afire and sunsets rage
    still we gather and bind the page
    sneakers from the wire
    hang by their shoestrings

    [Repeat Chorus]

    1984 by Billy Jones

    Marco Giunco
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