Eli
Tired Shoes
(c) 1998 ForeFront Records
Tabbed By: Josh Gardner (cuinheaven@alloymail.com)
<-------------------------YOUR WINDOW SHOULD BE AT LEAST THIS BIG------------------------->
I'll get a full .tab file up later, but this is as good as i have it now.
Its basically the same thing thru the whole song, Bb Fm F# G#
You can get a capo on the first fret, but you still have to bar the F#, so
you might as well barre the whole thing

Verse 1:

Welcome to the salvage store, last chance for damaged goods;

By now you know the hype was all a lie.

You see, i've been here for a while, stacking souls in different piles,

You can call me caretaker if you like.

Chorus 1:

Stilettos on the left side, wingtips on my right.

The rest of them fall somewhere inbetween.

Well we all wear out with use, and our souls take such abuse,

Tired shoes, can't remember what they've seen.

Verse 2:
Every size and color, designer brand or plain,
Now they share each others company;
You see, I try the best I can, to bring healing with these hands,
A second chance before they rest in peace.

Repeat Chorus

Bridge: (ithink the chords are wrong, i cant figure out where. play the
tab with this)
Bb   Fm          F#      G#     Bb      Fm      F#        G#
As I watched the old caretaker, wearing sandals made from scraps;
       Bb       Fm   F#     G#       F           F
It was clear to me I was unworthy to undo their straps

Bb, F, F#, G#, Bb, F, F#, G#

e-9-8------8----8-9-|-13-14-13-------------------13-14-13-----
B-----11-9---11----*|----------16-------13-14-16----------15--
G------------------*|-------------13-15-----------------------
A-------------------|-----------------------------------------

e-17h19-19p17-------------17h19-19p17------------------------
B-------------16h18-16h18-------------16h18------------------
G------------------------------------------------------------

Repeat Chours 1

Chorus 2:
Stilettos on the left side, wingtips on my right
The rest of them fall somewhere in between,
Well we all wear out with use, and our tounges give such abuse
Tired shoes, give your souls to Him