These Old Blue Shoes |
LyricsThese old blue shoesI can't throw them away They remind me of the streets And the roads and the alley ways. These old blue shoes They made my hall of fame One of life's little treasures A keeper of the flame These old blue shoes If they could what would they say? Once in a blue moon I put them on And dream about yesterday. These old shoes weren't always blue They walked in the halls of kings They new all the steps To all the dances of the day They made it to the top Kept going when the parties wouldn't stop. These old blue shoes You can bury me in them some day They ain't worth a dime To anyone else, anyway. These old shoes weren't always blue They walked in the halls of kings They new all the steps To all the dances of the day They made it to the top Kept going when the parties wouldn't stop. These old blue shoes I can't throw them away They remind me of the streets And the roads and the alley ways. They remind me of the streets And the roads and the alley ways. These old blue shoes. These old blue shoes! |
| Lyric Credits: Robert John Conaway |
| Music Credits: Robert J. |
| Producer Credits: Robert J. |
| Publisher Credits: Two Con Music (BMI) |
| Performance Credits: Robert J. |
| Song Length: 3:55 |
| Primary Genre: Blues-Modern |
| Secondary Genre: Jazz-Smooth Jazz |
| Tempo / Feel: Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| Lead Vocal: Duet Male |
| Subject Matter 1: Feet, Legs |
| Subject Matter 2: Age, Aging |
| Language: English |
| Era: 2000 and later |