Green Suede Shoes Lyrics - Singles - Black 47

Six months out on the road 

Don't know if I'm ever goin' home 

Out there in the middle of America 

Out of my head, feelin' hysterical 

Wishin' I was back in New York 

Playin' in Reilly's on a Saturday night 

Man on the phone says. "I ain't jokin'" 

Would yes ever come and play for us out in Hoboken?" 

So we hop in the van and we drive overnight 

Goin' to sweet New Jersey, startin' to feel alright 

But the word is out that the boys are back in town 

30,000 Paddies start gettin' on down 

When we hit the stage, police chief goes nuts 

What the hell am I gonna do with 30,000 drunks 

He say, "Stop the music, I'm in charge" 

Then he goes and he shut down all of the bars 

I don't care if you got the blues 

Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes 

You can do anything you choose 

But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes 

Then we're comin' from Providence late one night 

3 hours from home, hey life is alright 

We're discussin' the demise of T Rex 

Next thing we know the van is up on its ass 

The windows are smashed, we're bouncin' off the Turnpike 

The troopers come and haul us off the black ice 

One says, "Hi, my name is Kevin 

It's a pleasure to meet you, Black 47" 

So we're doin' Letterman, Leno and O'Brien 

200 gigs a year and I'm outa my mind 

We got our picture in Time Magazine 

Hey, babe, I'm livin' the American Dream 

Then a lawyer called up about Bridie and the baby 

Wants to sue my ass for doin' the Funky Ceili 

And I just got a message from a brother of Maria 

"C'mon out to Bensonhurst, we all want a piece of ya" 

I don't care if you got the blues 

Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes 

You can do anything you choose 

But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes 

But the more I play the deeper I'm in debt 

If we ever get a hit, I'll be out on the street 

I never knew I had so many friends 

I'm gonna run against Rudy when this whole thing ends 

I got lawyers and accountants up the kazoo 

Managers and agents tellin' me what to do 

With the money I'm eventually gonna make 

But can you loan me a token, get me to the next gig 

I don't care if you got the blues 

Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes 

You can do anything you choose 

But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes 

Take of those shoes baby 

Look out now