Tennis Shoes

Sun was comin’ up on New Orleans 
When I opened my eyes 
It was another perfect morning 
I didn’t know where I was 
or where I was going 
For most of my life 
If there was a chance to [bad word] it up 
Well…I did 
Yeah…I did 
Well…I did 
ridiculous existence 
Now I’m looking back 
All kinds of thoughts come to me 
But all I can think is 
I’m sorry 
Well…I’m sorry 

And let the truth be known 
I’ve got to walk around 
In my own tennis shoes 
The truth be known 
I’ve had to learn to live 
In this world on my own 
Let the truth be known 
Nobody showed me 
How it’s supposed to go 
Let the truth be known 
I’ve learned to walk around 
In my own tennis shoes 

Look at me now 
It’s pretty hard to believe it 
That pitiful boy 
You can barely see him 
I don’t beg nothing from no one 
Mow my lawn on the weekends 
Just a regular guy now 
From the gutters of New Orleans 
And…I’m happy 
Yeah…I’m happy 

And let the truth be known…