Tennis Shoes (The Bicycle Thief)

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 fuck it up Well...I did Yeah...I did Well...I did A 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...