Without His Shoes

he didn’t stand so tall, but five more feet at the bar - walk in with an attitude, you just might walk out with a scar - but he was up there every night singin’ bout what he knew - without his shoes - he wrote the greatest songs without a pencil or a pen - and he’ll be remembered every place he’s ever been - he burned up every stage like there was nothin’ to lose - without his shoes - some called him a genius, said he’s the nicest man around - others yelled, ‘mean s.o.b.' as they got up off the ground - but he finally turned his back on the needle and the spoon - without his shoes - he pulled his friends together and they made a band - he wrote his greatest hits, fishin’ the swamp land - sang about real life and doin’ what you can - and when the plane went down... we lost a hell of a man...