If that old hat I wore could only talk And tell some of the things that he has seen There's stories that would fill it to the brim If that old hat could tell it all again
If those old boots I wore could write a song And tell some of the places they have been Cause they've been kicked and scuffed and left behind Ah those boots have got a shine in their time ( guitar + dobro ) Then I could say that it was them Rememberin' and not me The first time I saw her The last time she saw me The feelin' of her fingers The dimple in her chin It would be so much easier To put it all on them
Now hat if you ain't ashamed of what you've seen And boots if you still ain't scared of the dark If we get a chance to go back where we've been Hat and boots we'll do it all again Ah,hat and boots we'll do it all againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
