White Shrimp Boots in Church

Sunday morning, the bell is ringing loud. Grandma's whispering, don't stand out

in the crowd. But I put on my boots, white as a dove.

March into church like it's the Lord I love. White shrimp boots in the pew.

Stepping in faith, what else can I do? White shrimp boots, scuff and shine.

God don't mind, these boots are divine. Deacon says, "Son,

is that the latest style?" I grinned wide and answered, "Been this way

a while." The preacher points down, says, "Boy,

those ain't black." I tap my toes, say, "A shrimp man