C H R I S S T A F F O R D | wing tips |
John Evans got old gold stars On both his pretty little wing tip shoes. Drew put em there with a big old bold paint pen. It's not so much the look he likes It's the feel they have, And then they're just like flying. Like real wing tips he tells me he's sure They carry him home When he needs to find Some place that's a little bit more secure. They're easier he says made for walking, But in time though they let him sure fly More better, they're best than his simple boots. And I've heard him say it's just like A one minute trip from Stull to Duluth, Which is really more story than lie. He speaks real plain, like a farmer, slow and good Serious, looks at the floor still as he thinks. So though some times he trembles, He's a steady boy, sure it seems The kids he knows, often prose and pose He's an angel wrapped loose in blue jeans. Believes in every thing he does. Likes Country music, alone he never was. Shares what he sees. Says pretty please, Yes ma'am, winks twice when he smiles.
Mostly though he's real concerned about
With these few things that he owns.
They're all he's got, | |
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