Neat Shoes - David Munyon

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