WORKING SHOES feat. Hamish Low by Steve Low

Working Shoes

I like it that you toil away D
Use your hands to scrub all day C
You’re not afraid to lift a load
You don’t give up and hit the road (hit the road hit the road)
While I’ve been laying out in the warming sun C9b7 Fma7
Soaking it all up and getting nothing done
I gotta lift my game to get your heart Bm7 E

And put my working shoes on A
And go head out to the vine Dbm
Sweat it out and take me to the wire F#m D
I’ll put my working shoes on A
Gonna give up all my time Dbm
And lay it out n catch your eye Bm D

Girl I see you’re organized
You don’t run out of your supplies
A South bound train with a belly laugh
Nothing gonna stop your river raft (river raft river raft)
So I’ll be your stoker or your anchor man
Pullin’ on my shoes gonna lend a hand
I gotta lift my game to reach your heart

I’ll put my working shoes on . . .
Put my working shoes on . . .