You’re givin’ me the blues, So I’m givin’ you the news
You’re runnin’ round on me So I’m walkin’ out on you, baby
You can pay your own rent now Let me know how that works out, for you
I got my walkin’ shoes on and I’m OK with these walkin’ blues
You said you’d always love me And keep me satisfied
But you only loved my money And the rest was just a lie, baby
You can buy your own food now Or find another fool like me
I’m wearin’ my walkin’ shoes And I’m OK with these walkin’ blues
You can buy your own shoes now Or maybe a pair of walkin’ boots
I’m wearin’ my walkin’ shoes And I’m OK with these walkin’ blues
copyright 2010 Donald Paul Harris