Shoes of the Fisherman's Wife
from Pleasureland
Words and music by Bob Carr
Copyright 1992 Bar/None Records

Well they stand alone in the corner
Kind of frayed and worn at the heels
And her soul falls to sleep when they're on her
Haven't seen matching heels

Well cast them out for something new
The shoes of the fisherman's wife

Well she knows he won't make it for dinner
It's his fish she fries in the pan
And the kids all want something different
She tries not to listen to them

Well cast them out for something new
The shoes of the fisherman's wife

And she lies on top of the cover
Another child inside of her

Well they stand alone in the corner
She lies all alone on her bed
And her soul falls asleep when they're on her
Just just sighs and turns her head

Well cast them out for something new
The shoes of the fisherman's wife
Cast them out for something new
The shoes of the fisherman's wife

The shoes of the fisherman's wife


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