One old brown shoe falls in slow motion
And the bedsprings hover right above your head
As bedsprings do when you're beneath them
Someone else just climbed into your bed
By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix
She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled
Well, you've got your pride and a blue-steel .45
And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall
Dig a double grave out in the meadow
And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud
You'll take 35 south towards Laredo
Then you'll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir that'll make everything better
'Cept your late wife and her lover