My eyes are hazy My spirit's weak I can run with the best of 'em But my legs have gone to sleep Switch on the bright lights Turn on this town Tell the Ledger-Star the prodigal son of a bitch is comin' round Leave my blue suede shoes by the door Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn All these floorboards are barely worn Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn ♪ I woke this mornin' A ball full of rage A heart full of burnin' fire was beatin' on its cage Mom has gone to heaven Dad is fairly well Sister's got her hands too full And I've gone all to hell Leave my blue suede shoes by the door Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn All these floorboards are barely worn Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn ♪ Dance with me until the boiling fever's sweated out 'Til the pales of grief run bottomless On the flames that brought the drought Switch on the bright lights Turn on this town Run me through 'til I turn to powder And dash me on the ground Leave my blue suede shoes by the door Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn All these floorboards are barely worn Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn