Wigs, Blues and High Heeled Shoes Songtext
von Burning Tree

You were raised in a hole
Where you lied and you stole
Just to put food in your belly
You say you had it rough
You never had enough
All you can remember is hungry
You had no shoes when you learned to sing the blues
At a bar on Fifth and Maison
You put down the hat and the welcome mat
And you slipped it right through to the future


We could go on counting reasons
But what good would it do
We could sit here till our brown eyes turn blue
We could put on wigs and high heeled shoes
We could lose and sing the blues
But when it all comes down
It all comes down to you

Well you don′t go to school so you leaned to play pool
You got a nation wide chip on your shoulder
On the street as a teen when you caused a scene
At your Mama's fifth spouse turn over
Only child free and wild
Like a puppet on the strings of everything
You got pity tattooed all over your face