Larry Thomas Moore, Jr. - Old Cliches

These soles on my shoes are wearing pretty thin
I don't like half the places, well they've carried me in
I hate to say it, looks like I've got two soles to change
I'd love to wear these shoes for the rest of my days
Your bridge, on the one side babe there's a fire starting to burn
Old cliches from older days, still yet how we never learn
I hate to say it, look like that fire done gone out of control
Lucky for both of us, I spend my day in a swimming hole
It's a perfect day don't waste it
There ain't no other way to take it
I'm so close I can taste it
Leave my mind and let me be
Old soles on my shoes been wearing pretty thin
I hate all the places well they've been, they've been carrying me in
It's a perfect day don't waste it
There ain't no other way to take it
I'm so close I can taste it
Just leave my mind and let me be
It's a perfect day don't waste it
There ain't no other way to take it
I'm so close I can taste it
Just leave my mind and let me be

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Larry Moore Jr.

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