Old Man's Boots

My old man's shoes were steel toed boots
Ripped up rawhide leather
Seams splitin' like the Red Sea
So duct tape held 'em together
They worn more tread than a Firestone
Underneath a '65 Fastback Ford
Size twelve wide, spent Saturday nights
Cuttin' rug on a bar room floor

They weren't built for speed
They weren't built for comfort
But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin'
Might not look like much to you
But there wasn't really much they couldn't walk through
They weren't flashy, they weren't classy
But they made him workin' class happy
And I'd be lucky
I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots

They didn't bring home a fortune
But we were fortunate doin' just fine
Sun rised a bit
They kept us fed and the lights on most the time
Some out of joint drips on the laces
Scuffed up and scared from heal to toe
Looked twice their age on a good day
Broken in don't even come close

They weren't built for speed
They weren't built for comfort
But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin'
Might not look like much to you
But there wasn't really much they couldn't walk through
They weren't flashy, they weren't classy
But they made him workin' class happy
And I'd be lucky
I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots

They didn't bring home a fortune
But we were fortunate for doing just fine

They weren't built for speed
They weren't built for comfort
But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin'
They might not look like much to you
But there wasn't really much they couldn't walk through
They weren't flashy, they weren't classy
But they made him workin' class happy
And I'd be lucky
I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots
My old man's boots