Lace Up Shoes chords
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[INTRO]
[G] [F] [C]
[VERSE]
L[C]et me tell you a little story bout the [D]way things used to be
My [G]Dad took me to Sydney ba[F]ck in 1[C]943
[F]He said Son you’re not wearing those they’d ca[C]ll us bush gal[AM]oots
If[G] you went out and walked about in those hi[F]gh-heeled riding b[C]oots
[CHORUS]
But [F]I stand back and laugh today at the [C]way that times have changed
So [F]many town-folk dressed as if they just [C]stepped off the r[G]ange
But[F] that day back in 43 I co[C]uld not pick and cho[AM]ose
The[G] day me old man made me wear a[F] pair of lace up s[C]hoes
[VERSE]
We we[C]nt out to regal Zonophone on Pa[D]rramatta road
We w[G]alked along Columbia lane where so[F]me famous feet have s[C]trode
But the m[F]an in charge was not impressed, [C]Don’t call us we’ll call [AM]you
And to [G]make things worse my feet still hurt from those d[F]ammed new lace-up [C]shoes
[VERSE]
And there[C] were soldiers everywhere in town [D]six o’clock was closing time
And if you [G]didn’t tip everywhere you went the [F]yanks won all the [C]time
I was p[F]ushed along as I dreamed of home where the[C] skies were clean and[AM] blue
Far a[G]way from this rat race in town and big [F]mobs with lace-up s[C]hoes
[CHORUS]
But [F]I stand back and laugh today at the w[C]ay that times have changed
So[F] many town-folk dressed as if [C]they just stepped off the r[G]ange
Bu[F]t that day back in 43 I c[C]ould not pick and c[AM]hoose
The[G] day my old man made me wea[F]r a pair of lace-up [C]shoes
[VERSE]
Now[C] as I look back on the singing track since[D] 1943
The h[G]arder I worked, you know old mate, the [F]luckier I seeme[C]d to be
But I’ve a[F]lways sung of the old home run in the[C] best was that I [AM]knew
But I st[G]ill feel bad when I think of Dad and those dam[F]med new lace-up s[C]hoes
[CHORUS]
Yeah [F]I stand back and laugh today at the w[C]ay that times have changed
So [F]many town-folk dressed as if they j[C]ust stepped off the r[G]age
I’ve [F]lived my life with few regrets, the [C]same again I’d choos[AM]e
And Be [G]flat as a tack in this old felt hat with my [F]pair of Williams s[C]hoes.
[OUTRO]
[G] [F] [C]
[G] [F] [C]
[VERSE]
L[C]et me tell you a little story bout the [D]way things used to be
My [G]Dad took me to Sydney ba[F]ck in 1[C]943
[F]He said Son you’re not wearing those they’d ca[C]ll us bush gal[AM]oots
If[G] you went out and walked about in those hi[F]gh-heeled riding b[C]oots
[CHORUS]
But [F]I stand back and laugh today at the [C]way that times have changed
So [F]many town-folk dressed as if they just [C]stepped off the r[G]ange
But[F] that day back in 43 I co[C]uld not pick and cho[AM]ose
The[G] day me old man made me wear a[F] pair of lace up s[C]hoes
[VERSE]
We we[C]nt out to regal Zonophone on Pa[D]rramatta road
We w[G]alked along Columbia lane where so[F]me famous feet have s[C]trode
But the m[F]an in charge was not impressed, [C]Don’t call us we’ll call [AM]you
And to [G]make things worse my feet still hurt from those d[F]ammed new lace-up [C]shoes
[VERSE]
And there[C] were soldiers everywhere in town [D]six o’clock was closing time
And if you [G]didn’t tip everywhere you went the [F]yanks won all the [C]time
I was p[F]ushed along as I dreamed of home where the[C] skies were clean and[AM] blue
Far a[G]way from this rat race in town and big [F]mobs with lace-up s[C]hoes
[CHORUS]
But [F]I stand back and laugh today at the w[C]ay that times have changed
So[F] many town-folk dressed as if [C]they just stepped off the r[G]ange
Bu[F]t that day back in 43 I c[C]ould not pick and c[AM]hoose
The[G] day my old man made me wea[F]r a pair of lace-up [C]shoes
[VERSE]
Now[C] as I look back on the singing track since[D] 1943
The h[G]arder I worked, you know old mate, the [F]luckier I seeme[C]d to be
But I’ve a[F]lways sung of the old home run in the[C] best was that I [AM]knew
But I st[G]ill feel bad when I think of Dad and those dam[F]med new lace-up s[C]hoes
[CHORUS]
Yeah [F]I stand back and laugh today at the w[C]ay that times have changed
So [F]many town-folk dressed as if they j[C]ust stepped off the r[G]age
I’ve [F]lived my life with few regrets, the [C]same again I’d choos[AM]e
And Be [G]flat as a tack in this old felt hat with my [F]pair of Williams s[C]hoes.
[OUTRO]
[G] [F] [C]
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