Can you walk a mile 
In my Sunday shoes? 
Go to places I've been long and wide 
Or some places you'll pay your dues? 

Can you wear my shoes 
That danced in God's praises 
Cutting a step or two 
Head reared back and voice raises high 
Those old dusty Sunday shoes. 

I walked places far as well a near 
And back again to anywhere 
To any place I want to go from here 
And then again. 

To marches long for freedom's cry 
To church on a dusty country road 
To the fields where cotton grow high 
In my old dusty Sunday shoes. 

Can you just walk in 
These old dusty shoes? 
Being foe or either friend 
In those old dusty shoes. 

If i have to walk to hell and back 
I would in these dusty old shoes 
But I only walk to church in them in fact 
These old dusty Sunday shoes. 

I'll keep walking in them until 
The Good Master calls me home 
Hoping someone will someday fill 
These old dusty Sunday shoes. 

Dec. 2007