This is some seriously sad news and comes via The American Spectator Blog.
My Favorite song of his and the chorus of this song is timeless sounding…:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoznjbKVnmw
ATLANTA (AP) — Singer-songwriter Joe South, who performed hits in the late 1960s and early 1970s such as ‘‘Games People Play’’ and ‘‘Walk A Mile In My Shoes’’ and also penned songs including ‘‘Down in the Boondocks’’ for other artists, died Wednesday, his music publisher said. South was 72.
South, whose real name was Joseph Souter, died at his home in Buford, Ga., northeast of Atlanta, according to Marion Merck of the Hall County Coroner’s office. Merck said South died after having a heart attack.
‘‘He’s one of the greatest songwriters of all time,’’ said Butch Lowery, president of the Lowery Group, which published South’s music. ‘‘His songs have touched so many lives. He’s such a wonderful guy and loved by many.’’
via Joe South, singer-songwriter from 70s, dies at 72 – A&E – Boston.com.
Lyrics to “Walk a mile in my shoes” and believe me; this should be a prayer for America.
If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour
If we could find a way to get inside each other’s mind
If you could see you through my eyes instead of your ego
I believe you’d be surprised to see that you’d been blind
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
Well, your whole world you see around you is just a reflection
And the law of common says you’re gonna reap just what you sow
So unless you’ve lived a life of total perfection
Mm-mm, you’d better be careful of every stone that you should throw
Yet we spend the day throwin’ stones at one another
’cause I don’t think or wear my hair same way you do
Well, I may be common people but I’m your brother
And when you strike out and try to hurt me it’s a ‘hurtin you,
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Yeah, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
There are people on reservations and out in the ghettos
And brother, there, but for the grace of God, go you and I
If I only had the wings of little angels don’tcha you know I’d fly
To the top of the mountain and then I’d cry?
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Better walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Oh, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes,
Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes
Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
