A Different Pair Of Shoes

[Verse 1]
Well, I ain't a-gonna punch
That time clock anymore
I'm tired of breathing all them factory fumes
And I'm fed up with that bird-dog
Boss man watching me
And cussing me for leaning on my broom, Lord, Lord
Cussing me for leaning on my broom

[Verse 2]
I'm tired of getting up
At daybreak every morning
While you lay there in that bed, sawing logs
And I'm tired of coming home
To a meal you've thrown together
That ain't even fit to feed a mongrel dog, Lord, Lord
Wouldn't even satisfy a mongrel dog

[Chorus]
So I'm gonna throw my rags
In a big brown burlap bag
And put some miles between me and you
When them bill collectors come
You can tеll 'em that I'm gone
Tell 'еm I'm trying out a different pair of shoes, Lord, Lord
Trying out a different pair of shoes

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Well, I'm tired of mowing grass
All day every Sunday
While them fishes are a-biting in the stream
And I'm tired of seeing you
Sitting around like some big dummy
With your head buried in a magazine, Lord, Lord
Reading cartoons in a silly magazine

[Verse 4]
You can have all the equities
That we've got in the house
Let the finance company repossess my car
Now, all I want's my clothes
And a half a pint of whiskey
And that homemade wine left in a mason jar, Lord, Lord
That homemade wine left in a mason jar

[Chorus]
I'm gonna throw my rags
In a big brown burlap bag
And put some miles between me and you
When them bill collectors come
You can tell 'em that I'm gone
That I'm trying out a different pair of shoes, Lord, Lord
Trying out a different pair of shoes