The Boot

Sittin’ all alone on the side of the road
Just an old cowboy boot
I see it every day makin’ my way
Through the traffic on seventy-two
And I wonder whose it is
And all the places that it’s been
And how it got to where it is
 
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Worn down, torn up, totally forgotten
Lookin’ like it’s seen better days
A hole in the sole from bein’ under somebody’s heel
I know how that feels
 
Black and red calfskin, buck stitch, lizard tip
Man it used to have some style
Bet it made the rounds in the hippest clubs in town
Dancin’ ‘til the morning light
But then it starts to lose its shine
And suddenly you find
You’ve been used and left behind
 
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Stuck in the middle of nowhere, does anybody care
Maybe there’s another just like it on another road
Somewhere
 
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