Put On Your Own Brown Shoes
Put on your old brown shoes
Right on your feet
Time to move on, get away
You know you did your dues
Did all you could
Time to move on, no more to say
You and me, weÒ‘Re helpless canÒ‘T you see
WeÒ‘Ve got to get away, get away
Got to move on
Till the madness around is gone
And the rest of our lives weÒ‘Ll be free
Kick out the morning blues
Who needs A job
Who needs pain and oppression
You know it canÒ‘T be beat
Stand on your own two feet
Goodbye rain and depression
You and me, helpless canÒ‘T you see
WeÒ‘Ve got to get away, get away
Got to move on, catch the next train
And weÒ‘Ll be gone
And the rest of our lives weÒ‘Ll be free
Get your blue jeans right on, babe
Get your blue jeans right on, babe...
You know A friend is A friend
You donÒ‘T leave him in trouble
He got A little drunk, so now heÒ‘S seeing double
DonÒ‘T you see him there yeah lying in the rubble
But you have to lend A hand
Ò‘Cause you know heÒ‘S on the level
You and me, weÒ‘Re helpless canÒ‘T you see
WeÒ‘Ve got to get away, get away
Got to move on, catch the next train
And weÒ‘Ll be gone
And the rest of our lives weÒ‘Ll be free.