Hole In The Shoe Blues

Lyrics: Thomas Jefferson Kaye
Music: Thomas Jefferson Kaye

Played by the New Riders of the Purple Sage in 2016 - the lyrics below are an amalgam from a couple of NRPS versions. It appears in some set lists as "Read It In The Papers". Thomas Jefferson Kaye was Johnny Markowski's father.

Well I read in the paper this morning, you were dead
Well I read in the paper this morning, you were dead

All you life you been a healthy [?]
You never drank from nobody but your mama's cup
You walked outside, got hit by a truck
The light was green

Well I read in the paper this morning, you were dead
I read in the paper this morning, you were dead
You're dead and gone
You're dead and gone
You're dead and gone
You're dead and gone

Work your fingers right down to the bone
Man come around here take every cent that you own
He gonna make some bombs to be blown
From jelly beans

Well I read in the paper this morning, you were dead
I read in the paper this morning, you were dead, yeah you're dead
'Cause you're dead and gone
And now you're dead and gone
Ain't coming back now
'Cause you're dead and gone

Practice your piano
Practice your piano
Practice your piano both night and day
You come from a rich family, you practice half your life away
No time to play
No time to play
No time to play
You cannot not even shake
Not even shake
Not even shake
Your tambourine
You can't shake your tambourine
Can't shake it

Walk on the clouds, feeling high
Come from the basement, then you die
You ate a cookie and you taste every crumb
You found the whole world sucking at their thumb

Read in the paper this morning, you were dead
Read in the paper this morning, you were dead
'Cause you're dead and gone
Dead and gone
Dead and gone

I got the hole in the shoe blues
I got the hole in the shoe blues
I got the hole in the shoe blues
I got the hole in the shoe blues