One old brown shoe falls in slow motion,
And the bedsprings hover right above your head,
As bed springs do, when you`re beneath them.
Someone else just climbed into your bed.
By the time she thought you`d probably got to Phoenix,
She`d arranged for your shoes to be filled.
Well you`ve got your pride, and a blue-steel `45,
And you`re waiting for the other shoe to fall.
You`ll dig a double grave out in the meadow,
And you`ll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud.
You`ll take I-35 south towards Laredo,
Then you`ll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir
That`ll make everything better, except your late wife and her lover.
By the time she thought you`d probably got to Phoenix,
She`d sealed her fate and gotten herself killed.
Well you`ve got your pride, and a blue-steel `45,
And you`re waiting for the other shoe to fall.