"No shoes, no shirt, no service"
Reads the sign on the front screen door
Your friends all make me nervous
You best keep 'em out of my store
I don't make no bones about it
I don't need your barefoot blues
I can damn sure do without it
I keep a good shine on my shoes
You've used up all your credit
My patience all ran out
And it'll take two months of paydays
To settle your account
So get them fools up off my front step
Get 'em out of here
I don't need that kind of business
Do I make myself clear?
Don't think I don't know it
You've been stealing me blind
You thought I wouldn't notice
Or you thought I wouldn't mind
But you've run out of excuses
Son, you're wasting my time
So get your face on out the front door
And take it down the line
"No shoes, no shirt, no service"
Reads the sign on the front screen door
Your friends all make me nervous
You best keep 'em out of my store
I don't make no bones about it
I don't need your barefoot blues
I can damn sure do without it
I keep a good shine on my shoes
I keep 'em shined up good
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