Really Big Shoe

Oh when he passed away, she said it was grand.
For me to step in and lend a hand.
But it was just, a neighborly thing to do.
Just as if, I had good sense.
I worked the field and I mend the fence.
And grabbed some paint, and made the barn look new.
Now, all a man can do is the best he can, but he must have been one helluva man.
Cause my feet were dragging every night when the work was through.
When eyes made mine an unspoken bet, I knew she was worth, every drop of sweat.
And I made up my mind to fill his really big shoes.
Really big shoe. Really big shoe.
Whoa and for a man my size, I put on a really big shoe.
Now a man ain’t measured by the pound, nor truth by the loudness of his sound.
So I spoke real soft and did more than I could do.
For a man my size, I put on a really big shoe.
One day, she brought me something to eat.
Found ourselves a shady seat.
From the talk, and the homemade pie, something blue.
As I watched her walk off through the heat.
My pulse keeping time with her retreat.
I wondered if I bit off more than I could chew.
That night as I collected on the bet.
I learned something, I won’t forget.
How he died from overwork at thirty-two.
Well I guess, you can love someone too much.
So I packed my pickup and burned my clutch.
Cause I didn’t want to have to die, to fill his shoes.
Really big shoe. Really big shoe.
Whoa; for a man my size, I put on a really big shoe.
A man ain’t measured by the pound, nor truth by the loudness of his sound.
So I spoke real soft and did more than I could do.
For a man my size, I put on a really big shoe.
Really big shoe. Really big shoe.
For a man my size, I put on a really big shoe.
A man ain’t measured by the pound, nor truth by the loudness of his sound.
So I spoke real soft and did more than I could do.
For a man my size, I put on a really big shoe.