Another Man's Shoes

There’s a place folks call home
Full of riches without wealth
There’s a place folks call hell
Where a man can’t help himself
And the road folks will go there
Another can never tell
But a warm and open heart will do you just as well
It’ll pull you from the ditches
And the mud on your heels
Will fall as the wind
Lifts you o’er the swaying fields
Where a soul who’s lost it’s sight
Of the great and mighty wheel
May somehow, there and then, begin again to feel
Hey brother, tell you what you do
You walk for a mile in another man’s shoes
Another man’s shoes, so they say
Will help to make you a better man someday
The past has a way
Of never leaving one alone
Some carry it like a weight
In the marrow of their bones
Through a world dark with power
Where the only light that’s shone
Is the goodness of another
Whose heart is bigger grown
Hey brother, tell you what you do
You walk for a mile in another man’s shoes
Another man’s shoes, so they say
Will help to make you a better man someday
When we perch upon the wreckage
And the shambles of our gains
Stand painted in the corner
Of the progress we’ve made
Never knowing another’s footsteps
'Til our own are in chains
Will we still await another to hasten to our aid?
Hey brother, tell you what you do
You walk for a mile in another man’s shoes
Another man’s shoes, so they say
Will help to make you a better man someday