Satan's Shoes
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(J. Lyon/G. Tallent/B. Bandiera)
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Down to the dregs
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Of a two-week binge
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Lost in the swamp
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Way out past the fringe
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He was rolled in Baton Rouge
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Now he's barefoot in the bayou
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Staring at a sight
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That would make a dead man cringe
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Out beyond the levee
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The swamp grass is on fire
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You can hear the marsh birds scream
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As the methane drives them higher
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Then the Devil in the flesh
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Walking on fetid water
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Holds out a taloned hand
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And says "I know what you desire"
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Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
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You want to walk around in Satan's shoes
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Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
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You want to dance in Satan's shoes
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You've been a loser all your life
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You're friendless, you're loveless
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You've been abandoned by your wife
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Well, I've got the trick
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That will make your life a treat
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C'mon, what d'ya say
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Slip 'em on your feet
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Well, he tried 'em on
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And they fit like a hand tooled glove
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And that fine Corinthian leather
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Felt just like a mother's love
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He howled at the moon
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And he raged at the sun
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Yea, he all kinds of illicit fun
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Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
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I want to walk around in Satan's shoes
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Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
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I want to dance in Satan's shoes
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Ah, people, now
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We come to the sad part of the story
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They found him face down
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In the mayor's wife's morning glories
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Yeah, he had a good time
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But it didn't last too long
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Now he's somewhere singing
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That old mournful song...you know
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Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
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You want to walk around in Satan's shoes
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Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
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He's stepping out tonight in Satan's shoes
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Satan's Shoes
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| Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes |
