Well my lady told me something
Said the way you tie your shoes
Tells me all you know about loving
And that's you tie 'em looser than you should
Well my lady told me something
Said the way you make your bed
Tells me all you know about leaving
And that's you lay your shoes under you head

And I said my shoes might talk to you
They might tell what I've been through
And though my shoes are split to the middle
They make a mighty fine pillow

Well my lady told me something
Said the way you eat your food
Tells me all you know about loving
And that's you fuss much more when it's good
And my lady told me something else
Said you can't go on run off by yourself
You'll get old and you'll grow cold and your hand no one might hold
But, lover, lace 'em as you please

And I said my shoes might talk to you
They may tell what I've been through
And thought my shoes are worn out and brittle
They make a mighty fine pillow

Well my lady told me something
Said the way you sing your song
Tells me all you know about loving
And that's you flip it o'er just before you think it's done