paroles de chanson The New Soft Shoe - Gram Parsons

It was forty or fifty years ago
A big shot played with time
Mr. Walker held the door
And both kept cord and line

Watched and checked on
Every single day
Building his own special cars
His very special way

Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe
Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe

And then walking through a southern road
I saw a shoeshine stand
A man was talking to a crowd
Holding slippers in his hands

Don't you know the same thing happens
Each and every day?
Did you ever hear a song
That's hard to even play?

Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe
Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe

Then a color TV broadcast
Snuck in from New Orleans
Showed me one more man who spoke
And wore bright blue and green

When you saw him talk his way
Was when he showed his claws
And spoke to people every day
Just to get applause

Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe
Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe

Ah, ah, ah
Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe
Ooh-ooh, the new soft shoe