Neat Shoes

A young girl in her daddy's arms, first time in the mall

Interrupted by the sights all so new

Where are all the people going what are they looking for

Mama buys her darling a pretty pair of shoes

And what neat shoes these are, for a daughter who's a star

In her parents eyes not any shoes would do

An' what neat shoes these are driving back home in the car

"Oh papa what neat shoes these are"

A corsage on a strapless gown is a sort of a wonderment

To a teenage boy an' chaperoning parents

Blushing rather holdly glancing around the room

"Oh chester what neat shoes these are"

And what neat shoes these are for a prom queen high school star

In her boyfriends eyes and her daddy's close ones too

And what neat shoes they are driving back home in the car

"Thank you daddy, for these neat shoes"

Firefly's at a picnic, another bar-b-q

23years later house wife blues

The doorbell is ringing it's probably Phyllis an' them

What neat shoes, Phyllis quietly mentions

What neat shoes these are

For a friend who's like a star, of every social outing

On this suburban avenue

"What neat shoes these are"

"Can I borrow them and your car?"

"Oh Lois what neat shoes these are"

On the trip home to heaven, angels lead the way

Stopping off at the store to fit her wings

A gown of white, a crown with jewels

And miles an' miles of clouds

"What neat shoes" sings a heavenly crowd

What neat shoes these are

For a soul who's made it this far

They won't ever wear out, they won't ever sing no blues

What neat shoes these are

Ain't no need now for no car

Walk around heaven in those neat shoes

Walk around heaven in your neat shoes

Walk around heaven in your neat shoes

David Munyon: vocal, guitar

Chris Jones: 12-string guitar

Beo Brockhausen: accordion

Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass