Saturday, July 21, 2012

Thrift Sto' Shue Blues



                                                Cain’t afford smokes
                                                Cain’t afford booze
                                                          Cain’t afford gas
                                                          Cain’t afford shues
                                                                                  I think I got the thrift sto’ shue blues

                          I broke up with my man
                                       he was the cheatin’ kind
                                            moved out on my own
                                                        now I’m nothin’ but broke

All my money went here...........
                                                                                 ............all my money went there
                                                        
                                                      the next thing I know
                                                   ain’t got no money nowhere

                       
                        Went to walk in the rain
                                  felt my feet get all wet
                                         looked down at my shue
                                                     saw a hole in my sole

                                                                            Went to the local Thrift Sto'
                                                                                    saw some cute tennie shues
                                                                             slipped my foot right on in
                                                                                       they were the perfect fit

             Took my shues to the man
                       he said they’re a dolla ninety-nine
                                 said com’on Mister PLEASE!
                                          make then one twenty-nine

                                                                              He said there’s no way in hell
                                                                                I can drop down that price
                                                                              you’re outta luck pretty lady
                                                                                                       
                                                                                                   but you sho' look real nice

                So I picked up my pride
                           took my one twenty-nine
                                       walked out the door
                                              as the sun began to shine


                                                                                      One thing I’ve learned
                                                                                      and I’m happy to report
                                                                                     ain’t with no cheatin’ man
                                                                                    though I may be plum broke 


                                                  Can’t afford smokes
                                                    can’t afford booze
                                                     can’t afford gas
                                                   can’t afford shues
                                               
                                                                               I know I got the thrift sto’ shue blues


By KF Mosca
Copyright © 2012

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