Have I trampled through hundreds of years?
Have I seen both joy and a little sorrow
Laying among ruins of great women and tears?
In
my old shoes
I have walked in front of the devil's claw
I have sinned like no one else can
Only God knows
In
my old shoes I have walked through the years
In my worn out shoes
I turned my back on the devil's claw
The ones I had left during all these years
Went up our way from town to town
In my old worn out shoes I have walked through the years
In my old worn out shoes
I have walked through the years
In my old worn out shoes
I have walked through the years
