My Old Shoes
Written by
Errol Walsh/Peter Byrne
She told me that her mother never liked me
Nor her sister, nor her daddy too
She said I had no friends and our time was at an end
Just because of all the things I didn't do
She said that she'd never been so lonesome
She said she's sorry she’d been so untrue
She said if I had only made her happy
Some other man would not be wearing my old shoes
Some other man would not be wearing my old shoes
Now , as it happens I always did like her mother
And her sister and her daddy too
But I didn't mow that lawn and I didn't paint that barn
And these are just two of the things I didn’t do
Well I hope that someday when you get married
That you love your family just like I do
Don’t forget there is sometimes a price you have to pay
And there are always things you should and shouldn’t do
Don’t forget to pay attention to others
But always to your own self be true
And if things don’t work out right though you labour day and night
Your best will always be the best that you can do
So remember son, if you ever do get married
I hope you’ll love your family just like I do
But if you don’t mow that lawn and if you don’t paint that barn
Some other man could end up wearing your old shoes
Some other man could end up wearing your old shoes