They said he had an old soul,
Right from the time he was young;
One shoe Willie with eyes like coal
Was like a song yet to be sung.
A sad song maybe I should have said,
A boy born to sing the blues;
One shoe Willie to his Momma’s dread
For she knew he was meant to lose.
From the very time he could walk,
Willie would not make a good slave;
A runner always would be the knock,
Like he had one foot in the grave.
One shoe toward the North Star
While the other barefooted stuck;
One shoe Willie dreamed of freedom far,
And died running out of luck.
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