(T. van Zandt)
Day's full of rain,
Sky's coming down again,
I get so tired
Of these same old blues;
Same old song,
Baby it won't be long
'Fore I'll be tying on
My flyin' shoes,
Flyin' shoes,
'Til I'll be tying on
My flyin' shoes.
Spring only sighed,
Summer had to be satisfied,
Fall is a feeling
That I just can't lose,
I'd like to stay,
Maybe watch a winter day,
Turn the green water
To white and blue;
Flyin' shoes,
Flyin' shoes,
'Til I'll be tying on
My flyin' shoes.
The mountain moon
forever sets too soon;
Being alone
is all the hills can do,
Alone and then
her silver sails again,
And they will follow in
Their flyin' shoes,
Flyin' shoes,
And they will follow in
Their flyin' shoes.
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