My old man's shoes were steel toed boots Hooked up rawhide leather Seams splitin' like the Red sea So duct tape held 'em together They worn more tread than a Firestone underneath a '65 Fastback Ford Size 12 wide, spent Saturday nights cuttin' rug on a bar room floor
They weren't built for speed, they weren't built for comfort But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin' Might not look like much to you but there really wasn't much they couldn't walk through They weren't flashy, they weren't classy But they made him workin' class happy And I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots
They didn't bring home a fortune but we were fortunate doin' just fine Sun rised a bit, they kept us fed and the lights on most the time Some out of joint on the laces, scuffed up and scared from heal to toe Looked twice their age on a good day Broken in don't even come close
They weren't built for speed, they weren't built for comfort But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin' Might not look like much to you but there really wasn't much they couldn't walk through They weren't flashy, they weren't classy But they made him workin' class happy And I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots
They didn't bring home a fortune But we were fortunate for doing just fine
They weren't built for speed, they weren't built for comfort But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin' Might not look like much to you but there really wasn't much they couldn't walk through They weren't flashy, they weren't classy But they made him workin' class happy And I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots My old man's boots