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Worn

Written November 1999. In Dublin.   Thank you to the Beatles.
Some may ask, what you wearing those for? But my most prized possession's my ability to endure
Rubber souled shoes take me down any path I tread, weaving back home, use a shoelace for thread

With my rubber soul, Rubber souled shoes
Bouncin' back from these autumnal blues

Scars on my knuckles for which I'm ashamed--Are they battle wounds or the road to fame?
If I curse the ceiling, call me a fake, If I sleep on the floor don't wake me
(I may dream of..)

My rubber soul,Rubber souled shoes
I've worn them for years and they still look brand spankin' new
With my rubber soul, Rubber souled shoes
I may have bit off more than I can chew

Waiting for this love that may never come, Unequal parts, a negative sum
If I brought it to the floor, would I bounce back again?
Would your silence make thunder out of dropping pins

Rubber soulr,ubber souled shoes
Bouncin' back from these Phibsboro blues
Rubber souled shoes
My hands may be tied but my feet are gonna pull through

Flip-flop cryptic take on a mystery, But rubber souled shoes are the key to resiliancy
Give me a jab to the chin, I'll look down at my feet
Look back up again, and offer you my cheek

This is how to travel
Getting back on the saddle
Use those arms to paddle
And sail away in this saddle

With my rubber soulRubber souled shoes
I'm a coward, a cheat and a thief, just to name a few
With my rubber soulRubber souled shoes
My hands may be tied but my feet are gonna pull through

Old woman walks by the liquor store and signs the cross
I somehow feel guilty, but hell, it's her loss
Somewhere along the line, I fell in this hole
No matter, I'll fall back into my rubber soul

With my rubber soulRubber souled shoes
Maybe they will help me lay off the booze
Rubber soulRubber souled shoes
At least I can count on one thing in my life to be true
Cuz dear God I think I bit off more than I can chew
My hands may be tied but my feet are gonna pull through
Rubber soul.Rubber souled shoes
Rubber soulRubber souled shoes