Lyrics:

Well my baby, she's a mean little son-of-a-bitch
Always on my back like the seven-year itch
Screamin' and a yellin' to get off my ass
And get out in the yard and start cuttin' the grass
Well if I's ever gonna step foot outside that door
It's gonna be the day that I don't ever come back to her no more

You see, that woman, she works me so hard to the bone
Breakin' my back while she talk on the phone
If I could, I'd call a cab to take me far away
To sweet-home Chicago where my sweet blues are played
But I can't go nowhere with these ol' walkin' shoes
Cuz I been slavin' so damn hard, I done got me the broken shoelace blues

The broken shoelace blues
Yeah, I got the broken shoelace blues
I knows if I left, I got nothin' to lose
But my damn shoelaces is broke
And I got the broken shoelace blues

So now I's stuck in this hole I call hell
Them shoelaces was my rope, but they's broke, you can tell
And I's a lookin' at the door like a dog that wants out
To go on down to the crossroads and look for ol' Willie Brown
But I can't go nowhere with these ol' walkin' shoes
Cuz my baby gots my soul, and I got me the broken shoelace blues

The broken shoelace blues
Yeah, I got the broken shoelace blues
I knows if I left, I got nothin' to lose
But my damn shoelaces is broke
And I got the broken shoelace blues

The broken shoelace blues
Oh Lord, have mercy, I got the broken shoelace blues
You might say that I's pretty well screwed
Cuz my damn shoelaces is broke
And I got the broken shoelace blues