Grandpa’s Boots Tomorrow they’ll go to the graveyard Grandma’s having a grandchild gatherin’ She had assembled all of grandpa’s boots And it was the day for grandpa rememberin’ This particular pair of boots was Worn during the ’89 land run Turned red by the Oklahoma dirt From the homestead we had won Worn daily as he worked the Territory They soaked up sweat from all his toil Got a little black and slick When we finally struck oil These others are what he wore When he had a different role to fill They made footprints on the island of Cuba When he rode with Roosevelt up San Juan Hill This pair here saw another foreign shore When shrapnel filled the air That’s where he got his limp and Blood soaked boots from being over there But grandpa’s favorite pair of boots Was the ones for just a special day Had ‘em on when we got hitched In ’88 during the month of May Put ‘em on when the twins were born Walked our daughters down the aisle Stood by the casket when Mama died Has ‘em on his feet, buried him in style Kept them all shined up Wore them with real pride Never have seen any mud Barely wore them outside Then he got saved one Sunday And the boots picked up a squeak “Cause he had them on When he got baptized in the creek He said it wasn’t about the boots But a matter of being ready to go When the master calls your name Don your boots and don’t be too slow
Posted on: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 18:37:18 +0000
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