I was shaving off yesterday
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Checking out the new lines in my changing face
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Thinking about all I did
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Where time went and all I haven't fixed around this place
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Just then my son walked in from the kitchen like he had no knees
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Waist high in leather he said hey daddy look at me
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I laughed so hard it was hard to speak
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Those are my boots
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The same size my grandpa wore
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When he fought for me on foreign soil
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Those are my boots
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They wear the same dirt from the same fields my daddy's did and so did his
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They ain't the cute ones
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They get the job done
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They don't look good with a suit
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Those are my boots
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I went down to the city bank
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To put back in what the bills and the taxman takes
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In the line next to me
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I caught a man looking down at the bottom of my jeans
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I said hey man ain't it great to be living and working hard for honest pay
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Oh yeah and by the way
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These are my boots
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The same size my grandpa wore
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When he fought for me on foreign soil
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These are my boots
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They wear the same dirt from the same fields my daddy's did and so did his
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Yeah they're scared like me
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Tough as leather and proud to be
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Always giving more than they took
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If you don't like 'em just don't look
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At my boots
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They ain't the cute ones
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They get the job done
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They don't look good with a suit
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These are my boots
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Hmm these are my boots
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These are my boots
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My Boots
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Adam Brand |