These Old Boots (My Father's Memory) (V-1)

Verse 1

These old boots got scuffed before I learned to walk

Daddy handed 'em down and said son you'll grow

I was six years old with my feet swimmin' in leather

Two sizes too big and a whole lot of soul

Chorus

These old boots carry more than calloused feet

They're holdin' my father's memory

Through the dust and the gravel and the years gone by

I ain't buryin' what keeps him alive

Verse 2

Wore 'em out at the rodio when I was seventeen

Spurs strapped on and a bull to ride

They hit the floor of a dozen barroom floors

Two-steppin' with the ladies on the weekend nights

Chorus

These old boots carry more than calloused feet

They're holdin' my father's memory

Through the dust and the gravel and the years gone by

I ain't buryin' what keeps him alive

Bridge

Fishing line tangled on the riverbank

Deer blood stained on the leather tongue

He was gone at twelve and I had nothin' left

But the boots he wore when I was young

Chorus

These old boots carry more than calloused feet

They're holdin' my father's memory

Through the dust and the gravel and the years gone by

I ain't buryin' what keeps him alive

Outro

Soles are worn and the stitching's torn

But I know where they're headed when I'm gone

Down the road a couple miles

Where a tombstone bears his name

These old boots are going back where they came

Back where they came