Tim Culpepper - "His Old Boots"

VERSE
You’d think he’d walked a million hard miles, as he fell back in his easy chair
Too young to understand his calloused hands, I was happy just to have him there
So with one foot on my back and one between my knees
He’d push until I pulled each tired old foot free
Then he’d laugh until he cried, as I hit the floor beside his old boots
VERSE
You’d think he was walkin’ on cloud nine, on my graduation day
But I watched a broken heart replace that smile, with the next words I would say
As he handed me his boots, to ease my walk through life,
I just said “no thanks, Dad”, full of eighteen-year-old pride
I’m gonna need a pair that’s new, so I respectfully refused his old boots
CHORUS
He said son don’t judge a man or his boots, by the hole in their soles
A lot of comfort and wisdom can be hidden in what’s weathered and old
I had no way of knowin' when I left, one day what I’d give to go back
Now I’d trade all my tomorrows, for one more day with him, in his old boots
VERSE
Each step felt like a million hard miles, as we took him to his final rest
Its amazing how the mem'ries rush back, like a river runnin' through my head
Like scootin’ round the house, ten feet tall in those old boots,
I thought he walked on water, I couldn’t wait to fill his shoes
I said my last goodbyes, hit my knees and cried, in his old boots
CHORUS
Don’t judge a man or his boots, by the hole in their souls
A lot of comfort and wisdom can be hidden in what’s weathered and old
I had no way of knowin' when I left, one day what I’d give to go back
Now, I’d trade all my tomorrows, for one more day with him, in his old boots
TAG
I’d bet he’s walked at least a million miles, around our house, in my old boots…

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