Life’s put a little lead inside your shoes
Nobody is callin’ you no mo
When you look up the sky is gray
Mail is piled up at your door

Your sweet thing has up and left yo town
No flowers are growin’ on your porch
The roof is leakin’ up your house
Makin’ a mess of your fine floors

You should put on your walkin’ shoes
And take a walk outside

The fishes are floatin’ in your tank
The doggie won’t come when you call
All you’ve got is a heartache
It’s just a little rough patch, that’s all

 CHORUS

You can pack it up
You sell it all
You could just leave town
You could fall in love
You could self improve
You could work things out...

You ought to cut yourself some slack
Whole countries are doing worse than you
We can go to the ice cream shack
Order up a cherry macaroon

DOUBLE CHORUS


Take the dog, maybe call a roofer, you should see the sun, ya know?…