One old brown shoe falls in slow motion,
And the bedsprings hover right above your head,
As bed springs 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

You'll dig a double grave out in the meadow,
And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud
You'll take I-35 south towards Laredo,
Then you'll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir
That'll make everything better, except your late wife and her lover

By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix,
She'd sealed her fate and gotten herself killed
Well you've got your pride, and a blue-steel '45,
And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall