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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 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 that I would say As he offered 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 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 just go back Now I'd trade all my tomorrows, for one more day with him in his old boots Each step felt like a million hard miles, as we took him to his final rest It's amazing how the memories 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 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 just go back Now I'd trade all my tomorrows, for one more day with him, in his old boots I'd bet I watched him walk a million miles, around our house, in my old boots, |