D                                  G
  Baby let's get dressed up, I got two pairs of shoes,
    D                                        G
And darlin' you look so beautiful, when your hair is all hung in jewels,
    Em                                   A7
And sometimes I find it really hard to choose,
          Em                                 A7
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes,

D                          G
When I'm high on bat wings up by the silvery moon,
  D                            G
I think of a certain sad king, trapped in his golden room,
      Em                            A7
And I dream of a cold river on the way,
   Em                                A7
To come and sweep that king into the black and brown bay,

          D                                G
Well, the water looks like jewelry as it's coming out the spout,
D                                        G
Nothing could make me feel better than a wet kiss on the mouth,
Em                           A7
Fake IDs and honey bees, the jagged skyline of car keys,
  Em                             A7
I never knew a bird could fly so low,

D                      G
  Rub out the catlight,  rub out the village,
D                          G
  Red and white exit light,  that's exodus damage,
Em                                  A7
Why don't people think of who they use,
              Em                       A7
Why don't you try and come and get me, black and brown blues,

             D                             G
It's raining triple sack in Tchula and the radio plays "Crazy Train"
          D                             G
There's a quadroon ball in the bee-hive hanging out in the rain,
Em                                            A7
When there's trouble I don't like runnin' but I'm afraid I got more in common,
     Em                    A7
With who I was, who I am becoming,

D                      G
  When I go downtown I always wear a corduroy suit,
             D                                  G
Because it's made of a hundred gutters that the rain can run right through,
      Em                                 A7
But a lonely man can't make a move if he can't even bring himself to choose,
          Em                                  A7
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes.