Intro
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Verse1
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Even now I see him walking home at sundown
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He's whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side
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I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket
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And that factory dust was on his shoes the afternoon he died
Vwese2
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I swore I'd never heed that factory whistle
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In a banker's cage I signed a loan against my future sins
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All the neighbors shook my hand and wished me well upon my leaving
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Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of friends
Chorus
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So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
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And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads
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While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
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Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those
Riff
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Verse 3
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My stroke was good, the deals fell fast and easy
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I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lion's share
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My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk and boots of tender leather
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And I walked in them the halls of power but found no comfort there
Chorus
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
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And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those
Verse 4
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Lady lay these boots upon the fire
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'Cause lady now I swear I'll never wear this pair again
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I meant to stand up straight and tall, it never was that easy
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Now these soles are stained from walking on the dreams of better men
Chorus
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those
Chorus
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
F#m Bbm C#m C#m7
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those
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