Put on Your Old Brown Shoes

Put on your old brown shoesRight on your feetTime to move on, get awayYou know you paid your duesDid all you couldTime to move on, no more to sayYou and me, we’re helpless can’t you seeWe’ve got to get away, get awayGot to move on, ’til the madness around is goneAnd the rest of our lives we’ll be freeKick out the morning bluesWho needs a jobWho needs pain and oppressionYou know it can’t be beatStand on your own two feetGoodbye rain and depressionYou and me, we’re helpless can’t you seeWe’ve got to get away, get awayGot to move on, catch the next trainAnd we’ll be goneAnd the rest of our lives we’ll be freeGet your blue jeans right on babeGet your blue jeans right on babeYou know a friend is a friendYou don’t leave him in troubleHe got a little drunk so now he’s seeing doubleDon’t you see him there yeah lying in the rubbleBut you have to lend a hand’cause you know he’s on the levelYou and me, we’re helpless can’t you seeWe’ve got to get away, get awayGot to move on, catch the next trainAnd we’ll be goneAnd the rest of our lives we’ll be free

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