Worn These Boots

Bet you didn't think I heard you
You didn't say it that loud
But if you ain't ever laid in a bunker
Please don't put it down

You say you don't need those boys
Over there keeping us free
But you sure love driving that Cadillac
And that gas don't come cheap

So keep sipping that top shelf scotch
Talking about your new Rolex watch
Mister, I don't mean no offense
But for what it's worth
Here's my two cents

If you ain't ever laced 'em up
Grabbed your gun
And ran down a hill through fire
If you ain't ever faced a storm
With the 1st Airborne
When your soul was running tired
If you ain't ever laid one down
Six foot in the ground
And gave 'em one last salute
Then, sir, I don't know you
But I know you've never worn these boots

I saw you laughing at my accent
You must not be from 'round here
'Casue that shine on them Sunday shoes, boy
Is brighter than a new John Deere
And did I hear you complaining
Your flight got delayed
It's how you wound up in this bar
Cursing the rain

So now you're sitting here drinking and grieving
And I'm celebrating for the same reason
'Cause 'round here we thought God forgot
What it takes to raise our crops

If you ain't ever begged the Lord
To make it pour
'Til your knees were black and blue
If you ain't ever seen this town
All broke down
'Cause you're just passing through
If you ain't ever made it out of a harvest drought
It was dry down to the roots
Then, sir, I don't know you
But I know you've never worn these boots

So hey, man, have a nice flight
And I've got your drinks tonight
I know that ain't what you thought I'd do
Yeah, I know I didn't have to
Nah, but you ain't ever worn these boots
Nah, you ain't ever worn these boots