I have a friend lives up in Portland, I stayed there with him one time
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He had a new a pair of high-top sneakers, didn't fit him but they fit me fine
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I laced up his Converse sneakers, we drove down the California line
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After we played a little gig in Chico, he headed home, he left me behind
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Chorus:
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Said take these shoes and be on your way
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It looks like you've got travelin' to do
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Come back and see me some other day
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Tell me all about where they took you to
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Now I had a lot of fun in those black Chuck Taylors
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A finer shoe has never been worn
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I can see where I've been in the color fadin'
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I can what I learned where they're frayed and worn
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I walked off the tread on the concrete pavement
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Of London, and Dublin, and New York town
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I shook out the sand from the ocean beaches,
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I left it on the floor of an airport lounge
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Chorus
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Today it rained at the bluegrass fester
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It was squishy squashin through the fields all day
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I rinsed them out in the cool lake water, I washed that mountain mud away
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Now I'm sittin' in a friendly kitchen, the wind outside it howls and blows
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I'll let em dry by a cozy fire, and warm my soaked and wrinkled toes
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Chorus
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These are shoes that like to travel, no tellin' where they'll take me to
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They're still not done scratchin' gravel
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They still gotta show me a thing or two
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Chorus
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Kelly Joe's Shoes
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| Tim O'Brien |
