MY JESUS SANDALS ARE MISSING
AND I THINK I LEFT THEM ON THE BACK OF THE STAGE
OR WITH THE ANGRY DIVORCEE WHO WAS TO HELP ME GET AWAY
THEY WERE LIKE SLEDS MADE OF GENTAL LEATHER
THAT WOULD ALWAYS CARRY ME SAFELY THROUGH
I DON’T WANNA BUT I’M GONNA PUT ON MY BOOTS
AND THIS IS NO GOSH DARN HOAX
MY TONAILS ARE BURRIED AND NOT BREATHIN
BENDING YELLOW AND COARSE
I DON’T WANNA BUT I’M GONNA PUT ON MY BOOTS
MY JESUS SANDALS ARE MISSING AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO
A GURU WITH NO SANDALS
STUCK IN HOUSTON TALKIN’ TO YOU

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