Thirsty Boots

You've long been on the open road. You've been standing in the rain
From the dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are dark and stained
But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane
So only stop to rest yourself and you'll be off again

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
You're feet are hot and weary, come a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh. Maybe I can try
Looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes

Then tell me of the one's you've seen as far as you can see
Across the plains from field to town a-marching to be free
And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
Like laughing children, one by one, they look like you and me

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
You're feet are hot and weary, come a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh. Maybe I can try
Looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
You're feet are hot and weary, come a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh. Maybe I can try
Looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes