French Shoes
Written by: John Mellencamp
He was a good lookin' guy.
Stood about six foot three,
Long brown hair
As nice as he could be.
Everybody liked him
But he didn't have a clue,
He looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes.
You know the type
Without any heels,
Leather soles,
Kind of a slip on deal.
He was cavalier
Whether he'd win or lose
But he looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes.
I know it's not right
To judge a man by his clothes,
By the way that he looks
Or the people he may know.
I'm embarrassed to say
If I had to choose
I could never really trust
Any man wearing those funny French shoes.
Funny French shoes,
Funny French shoes,
No man should be wearin'
Those funny French shoes.
They look good on a woman's foot.
I must say that they do
But no guy should be wearin'
Those funny French shoes.
Get some socks on, man!
A Request for Guidance
Before the fire
I will decay
Melt in your arms
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
When the saints go marching in
A for a heart
B for a brain
Insects and grass
Are all that remain
When the light from above
Burns a hole straight through our love
We will laugh
We will sing
When the saints go marching in
And we will carry war no more
All our love and all our of pain
Will be but a tune
The Sun and the Moon
The wind and the rain
Hand in hand we'll do and die
Lis