Sensible Shoes And Action Slacks
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor

©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI



I was drivin’ by the welfare line

When I decided to go for broke

And thread the eye of a needle

With a camel-load of rope

Dear, you did what you had to do

So I could do what I loved to do

But my appetite for dread was fed

When I heard from you

You said “We need to talk”

I thought “Not good..well, not ‘never,’

Hardly ever”



I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And putting on my action slacks

I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts

I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And puttin’ on my action slacks



I watch a syncopated dashboard dance

(that little lady’s hula never gets old)

She’s keeping time to the great Miles Davis

Who was too young to be so old

I’m told he did what he had to do

So he could do what he loved to do

And thru the radio speaker’s blue mood fog

His smokey voice came through

He said “We need to talk”

I thought “That’s good…or it’s not,

I was never a go getter”



I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And putting on my action slacks

AAI plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts

I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And puttin’ on my action slacks



It’s time for Scully to call the game

I turn my radio down from “stun”

'Cuz his kind of beautiful music

Needs no bass and drum

He tells me “I agree with brother Miles,

You gotta do what you love, with style

And before I read the stats, son

You gotta pick up the ball and bat, son.

No more talk.”

I thought “That’s good. Very good”

Now I’m



Takin’ off my sensible shoes

And putting on my action slacks

I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts

I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes….



Takin’ off my sensible shoes

Puttin’ on my action slacks

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts



Takin’ off my sensible shoes

Puttin’ on my action slacks



Takin’ off my

Sensible shoes

Puttin’ on my

Action slacks



Soon will come the silent years

Spent waiting for the kingdom come

We’ll be woken from the sleep that sanctifies

By the pounding of celestial drums

And we’ll take off our worn out shoes

And put on our action slacks