I was shaving off yesterday Checking out the new lines in my changing face Thinking about all I did Where time went and all I haven't fixed around this place Just then my son walked in from the kitchen like he had no knees Waist high in leather he said hey daddy look at me I laughed so hard it was hard to speak
Those are my boots The same size my grandpa wore When he fought for me on foreign soil Those are my boots They wear the same dirt from the same fields my daddy's did and so did his They ain't the cute ones They get the job done They don't look good with a suit Those are my boots
I went down to the city bank To put back in what the bills and the taxman takes In the line next to me I caught a man looking down at the bottom of my jeans I said hey man ain't it great to be living and working hard for honest pay Oh yeah and by the way
These are my boots The same size my grandpa wore When he fought for me on foreign soil These are my boots They wear the same dirt from the same fields my daddy's did and so did his Yeah they're scared like me Tough as leather and proud to be Always giving more than they took If you don't like 'em just don't look At my boots
They ain't the cute ones They get the job done They don't look good with a suit These are my boots Hmm these are my boots These are my bootsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
