OLD SHOES
(Jerry Ross / Richard Adler)


Frankie Laine (with Paul Weston & His Orch.) - 1955




 
I see my old shoes, dusty in the closet
And my thoughts run back to you
Not so long ago
When those old shoes were new
 
I see those old shoes drying by a fire
Yours are there right next to mine
I still hear the rain 
And I still can taste the wine
 
And it's hard to believe
But those old shoes used to fly
Away from the crowd 
To our own secret cloud in the sky
 
And though it's old news that our love has ended
How can I believe we're through
When those old shoes 
Keep walking me right back to you
 
(Orchestral Interlude)
 
And it's hard to believe
But those old shoes used to fly
Away from the crowd 
To our own secret cloud in the sky
 
And though it's old news that our love has ended
How can I believe we're through
When those old shoes 
Keep walking me right back to you






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2013)