Boots – Justin Spears

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BOOTS
Writer: Richard Aberdeen ASCAP
Publisher: Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP

Well, some folks have closets full of footwear, some can't afford a cheap pair of shoes
An' you know, we can't take much with us when we go, except a soul we can't afford to lose
Yeah, some live it up in beachfront mansions, while others clean out their garbage chutes
But you don't know, why would you care, till you walk in my boots?

Till you walk in my boots
You don't know what my eyes have to see
You don't know the places I wake up in
Or the faces haunting my memory
I may own two ragged pair of jeans
And you may wear two-thousand-dollar suits
But you don't know, why would you care
Till you walk in my boots?

You know, sometimes a life of wealth an' ease ain't quite as easy as it may seem
And what can turn into a living nightmare may begin as a sweet innocent dream
Yeah, some crooks are out to rob you blind with well-heeled bankers and lawyers in cahoots
But you don't know, why would you care, till you walk in my boots?

Till you walk in my boots
You don't know what my ears have to hear
You don't know the broken roads I travel
From day to day and year to year
I may be playing a song that rarely rhymes
On a rusty horn that no longer toots
But you don't know, why would you care
Till you walk in my boots?

Yeah, it's easy to ignore folks in wheelchairs and veterans with no home or place to be
We don't know, why would we care, till it happens to you or me?

Till your boots march off to war
And sit beside a lonely hospital bed
Till they shuffle down skid row boulevard
Where but for grace yours go instead
Till they're buried in a flooded city
By a muddy pistol that no longer shoots
You don't know, why would you care
Till you walk in my boots?


Copyright by Richard Aberdeen ASCAP
Copyright by Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP
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