Missin These Old Boots

Verse 1]

These old boots been ‘round the world,

From red dirt roads to foreign soil.

Worn out leather, scarred and torn,

Carried me through the calm and storm.

They’ve stood in line and stood their ground,

Heard the silence after sound.

Now they rest by the door, quiet and true,

But my heart still walks inside those shoes.

I’m missin’ these old boots, more than I thought I would,

They took me places I never could.

Through the mud, the sweat, the tears, and truth—

They gave me a life, now they’ve given me proof.

The friends I made, I can’t replace,

Their names live on in every place.

Yeah, when it’s all said and done, that’s the truth—

I’m just a soul, missin’ these old boots.

They marched in parades, stood in the rain,

Carried honor, carried pain.

Heard the laughter, felt the loss,

Knew the weight of every cross.

From the barracks to the battlefield,

To the home front’s welcome yield—

Every scuff’s a memory line,

Every crease a piece of time.

I’m missin’ these old boots, more than I thought I would,

They carried my heart through bad and good.

Through nights so long, and days so few,

Every scar they earned was earned true.

From the brothers and sisters I once saluted, too,

Lord, I’m missin’ these old boots.

Now the laces are frayed, the soles worn thin,

But I can still feel where I’ve been.

Through miles of duty, heart, and pride,

Those boots walked every step inside.

And though the uniform’s been hung away,

A part of me will always stay.

I’m missin’ these old boots, like the man (or woman) I used to be,

The sound of cadence still walks in me.

If they could talk, they’d tell the truth,

About the cost of freedom’s proof.

So here’s to the trails, the dust, the roots,

And these old boots… yeah, these old boots.

They may never walk again,

But they’ll always carry where I’ve been.

When I close my eyes, it’s understood—

I’ll always be missin’ these old boots