Tom Waits: Red Shoes

01 January 2019


She wore red shoes by the newsstand
The rain splashed the nickel
It spilled like chablis all along the midway
There's a little bluejay
Wearing red shoes on a sad night

One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror
A bottle of evening in Paris perfume
What is this sad tune

He told her to wait in by the magazines
For he told her to wait for the magazines
Bring a raincoat
Bring a suitcase
Bring your dark eyes
Wear those red shoes red shoes red shoes
red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes

There's a dark huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Caesar got caught
Little Caesar got caught going down to second
Little Caesar got caught going down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations on the chamber
to steal a diamond ring from a jewelry store for his baby
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
Red shoes red shoes

You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Going out tonight
Going out tonight wear those red shoes
Going out tonight put on those red shoes
Going out tonight put on those red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes

Now the hounds splash the nickel full of soldiers
Now Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room
And it's Christmas Eve in a sad café
When the moon gets it's way
There's a little blue jay by the news-stand
Wearing red shoes
She wearing red shoes
You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Going out tonight
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
Red shoes
Put on your red shoes baby
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes

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