Waiting On The Other Shoe To Fall — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

When I was a young man I busted my jeans hopping a freight down to New Orleans
Worked on the oil rigs and played in the bars but nothing ever killed me so far
Now I`m waitin` on the other shoe to fall and right now you`re walking out on me
I can hear your footsteps going down the hall
And I am waitin` on the other shoe to fall
[ fiddle ]
Well I joined the army and I did my time they sent me right up to the front lines
People were shoutin` and shootin` at me but I had to keep America free
Now I`m waitin` on the other shoe to fall...
[ dobro ]
I`ve been to California and I`ve been to New York
And all in between I had beans on my fork
Clothes on my back and a song on my mind but I`ve never met a woman like your kind
Now I`m waitin` on the other shoe to fall...
[ fiddle ]
Well right down the street there`s an old boardin` house
You better be careful bout throwin` me out
When she hears my footsteps comin` up their stairs she`s gonna start combing her hair
She`s a waitin` on the other shoe to fall right now you`re walking out on me
I can hear your footsteps going down the hall
And she is waitin` on the other shoe to fall