The Dung on My Sneakers
tune: Son of a Preacher Man

I'm Jacob Smith and a robber man
I'm stealin' everything I can
When I came into the betting shop
I had a sheet wound around my top
All's you could see was my eyes
But O Lord! to my surprise...

The only way they could ever catch me
Was the dung on my sneakers, man
They got a positive ID to match me
From the dung on my sneakers, man
Yes it was, it was, oh yes it was

Bein' a crook isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
But who'd'a thought the cops could ID me
From the shit that was nearly dry
I guess it must've left a trail
Now I'm sittin' here in jail
I'd be safe at home instead
Except for the turd on my Nike's tread

The only way they could ever catch me
Was the dung on my sneakers, man
They got a positive ID to match me
From the dung on my sneakers, man
Yes it was, it was, oh yes it was

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