Daddy’s Boots

Daddy went to work in redwing boots

Worked 35 years and paid his dues

Took care of my mother, my brothers and me.

He put his family first and did his best.

wore a ten year old Carhartt tattered up vest.

Faded and stained. it smelled like cigarette smoke

He showed his sons what it meant to be a man. Told them not to be a beggar but instead offer a hand. Life can get hard boys, so put your faith in God.

I could only imagine, if those boots could talk. If those boots could talk. If those boots could talk.

He drove a 1980 GMC with the step side bed. It Had three on the tree, the clutch was almost dead. In that old tape deck, a cassette playing Whiskey Man.

And Never not once you’d hear my daddy complain. We knew he was tired and his body ached. He put God first, then my mother, my brother and me.

I could only imagine, if those boots could talk. If those boots could talk. If those boots could talk.

Worked all day, he’d get home late.

Wouldn’t say much until he prayed over his plate, That mother prepared, In her apron gown

He’d wash it down with a whiskey on the rocks. Kick of those old redwings, take off his socks. Put on a football game and rest his eyes.

I could only imagine, If those boots could talk. If those boots could talk. Yeah, If those boots could talk