Cobble Shop
Cobble shop, cobble shop
There’s a hole in my boot
And the rain is getting in
Making my toes cold
Cobble shop, can you fix it?
Cobbler man, oh I need a sole
I’ve been treading heavy
Through these city streets and country roads
Oh yes, my path is steady
Like smoke through brimstone
Cobble shop, cobble shop
It’s so dark, I cannot see
All the folks around here
Wear tennis shoes made overseas
There are still plenty of churches
I’ll find one and light a candle
So I can warm up my feet