Richie Syrett - Official Website for the Artist & Songwriter

- Stones In My Shoes -

In the spirit of rock n’ roll
I quit my job and claimed the dole
And hoped I’d land a big break

Lose the traits that keep me slow
No more sleeping in my clothes
And waking with a headache

And when a fortnight comes round
I'll sit and wait my name call
With pockets bare and dry
Seeing broken looks and hearing heavy sighs

And I’m gonna run late
If you’re gonna make me hurry
I'll be slow to move if you make me run with stones inside my shoes

Well hey hey hey, what's that you say? Oh boy...

Well I've been playing high and low
In dirty joints where no-one goes
And bars with no name

And my lady does protest
She says “you’re getting too much rest”
And “sleep is making you lame”

And I’ve been serving cold beers
And waiting on tables
Shit the tips are mean and the pay was better when I was 17

And I’m gonna run late
If you’re gonna make me hurry
I'll be slow to move if you make me run with stones inside my shoes

So hey hey hey, what's that you say? Oh boy...

I’ve been caught out back nailed down to the floor
The wind is up but the sails are down
Maybe slip soon under the sheets
But still there’s time for one more song

So hey hey hey, what can you say? Oh boy...