Satan's Shoes

(J. Lyon/G. Tallent/B. Bandiera)



Down to the dregs

Of a two-week binge

Lost in the swamp

Way out past the fringe

He was rolled in Baton Rouge

Now he's barefoot in the bayou

Staring at a sight

That would make a dead man cringe



Out beyond the levee

The swamp grass is on fire

You can hear the marsh birds scream

As the methane drives them higher

Then the Devil in the flesh

Walking on fetid water

Holds out a taloned hand

And says "I know what you desire"



Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes

You want to walk around in Satan's shoes

Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes

You want to dance in Satan's shoes



You've been a loser all your life

You're friendless, you're loveless

You've been abandoned by your wife

Well, I've got the trick

That will make your life a treat

C'mon, what d'ya say

Slip 'em on your feet



Well, he tried 'em on

And they fit like a hand tooled glove

And that fine Corinthian leather

Felt just like a mother's love

He howled at the moon

And he raged at the sun

Yea, he all kinds of illicit fun



Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes

I want to walk around in Satan's shoes

Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes

I want to dance in Satan's shoes



Ah, people, now 

We come to the sad part of the story

They found him face down

In the mayor's wife's morning glories

Yeah, he had a good time

But it didn't last too long

Now he's somewhere singing

That old mournful song...you know



Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes

You want to walk around in Satan's shoes

Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes

He's stepping out tonight in Satan's shoes