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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

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