Lace-Up Shoes-Slim Dusty

Let me tell you a little story bout The way things used to be My Dad took me to Sydney back in nineteen forty three He said son you're not wearing those They'd call us bush galoots If you went out and walked about In those high-heeled riding boots But I stand back and laugh today At the way that times have changed So many town-folk dressed as If they just stepped off the range But that day back in forty three I could not pick and choose The day my old man made me wear a pair of lace up shoes We went out to Regal Zonophone on Parramatta Road We walked along Columbia Lane Where some famous feet have strode But the man in charge was not impressed Don't call us we'll call you And to make things worse my feet still hurt From those dammed new lace-up shoes And there were soldiers everywhere In town six o'clock was closing time And if you didn't tip everywhere You went the yanks won all the time I was pushed along as I dreamed of home Where the skies were clean and blue Far away from this rat race in town And big mobs with lace-up shoes But I stand back and laugh today At the way that times have changed So many town-folk dressed as If they just stepped off the range But that day back in forty three I could not pick and choose The day my old man made me wear a pair of lace-up shoes Here we go Now as I look back on the singing track since Nineteen forty three The harder I worked you know old mate The luckier I seemed to be But I've always sung of the old home run in The best was that I knew But I still feel bad when I think of Dad And those dammed new lace-up shoes Hey Yeah I stand back and laugh today At the way that times have changed So many town-folk dressed as If they just stepped off the range I've lived my life with few regrets The same again I'd choose And Be flat as a tack in this old felt hat With my pair of Williams shoes Yodel lay oh lay oh lay hey hey