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
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