Boots

It's as clear to you
as muddy waters
that now I am a man
and these boots
you see
well they were made
for me
to go a wonderin'
round the world
for a while

The man who made them
was a trunking man
who build homes
made out of sand
he'd never see
that those castles
were you
and me
he'd just watch them
wash all away
into the sea

They say it's over
but it's not
we've all just forgot
on our way
to the next
whiskey shot

when it's all over
I'll say it's so
only then
can it be time
to go
and you'll see
that these boots
are me
and they'll walk
if they please

life tries its best
to trick you
and bring you down
but I ain't never seen that man
without a gun in his hand
while his heart
was in his grave
getting on

They say it's over
but it's not
we've all just forgot
on our way
to the next
whiskey shot