Bootstrap Boys Lyrics

Well I know I’m not the only one that lives like this

Smoke’n shit and drinkin piss

Showin’ up with a bag of roaches

A pack wild dogs in the motor coach

I aim to plan for the worst and hope to miss

And I reckon there ain’t a lot of folks

That view the world the way I do

You oughta treat me just like I treat you

Sow what you reap and reap what you sow

Drive the speed limit in Ohio

And if you’re gonna start somethin’ see it through

I fly under the radar

Every time I hit the highway

And I love to see the country flyin’ by

the clouds look purple but I don’t see rain

Maybe that acid ate a hole in my brain

But I’d like to think I’m just high

Now when I come to town

Set a place for me

The boys and me are thirsty for good times

So bring out all your party favors

Old time heads and candy ravers

Ima goin’ up if you throw down a line

You don’t know me

You don’t know what I’ve been through

You ain’t walked a mile in these boots

I miss cigarettes every which way

& the lord knows I miss dope each day

But I’m the one to blame as a rule

City livin ain't easy

for a country boy at heart

I need woods, clean air

And two track dirt roads

To keep from fallin' apart

Yet it seems I've gotta find a way

Every single working day

To just keep my head down and do my part

That just ain't been workin' out at all

Lunch break, smoke break,

Listen to a hot take

And try’n make sense if it all

Days go by like yesterday’s wine

I got a lotta nothin’ to show for my time

And that just ain’t been workin’ out at all

Country livin’ comes easy

If your heart’s already there

The buzz of town is a distant dream

Sittin’ in the shade with a breeze in the air

You’ll no longer find your days

Caught up runnin’ in the big rat race

Fighting for the scraps

That the rich folks choose to share

That just ain't been workin' out at all

Lunch break, smoke break,

Listen to a hot take

And try’n make sense if it all

Days go by like yesterday’s wine

I got a lotta nothin’ to show for my time

And that just ain’t been workin’ out at all

Those big ole dreams in this little old town

Three kids later came crashing on down

With the lot rent due and the gas bill too

I need a miracle to survive this week

Twenty-two years on the same old grind

Only four days a week but it’s 9 to 9

You gotta do what you gotta do to get by

And I’d need a miracle to survive this week

Meaning well and such ain’t ever the stuff

That makes one dear to us

You know how the road to hell gets paved

And you know how to call my bluff

Call my bluff

I need to take a little time for myself this year

Go fishin’ plant a garden or maybe even brew my own beer

Ya I need a little bit of time for myself this year

And I need this weekend to take me away from here

Take me away

Lord knows I been tryin’ real hard

Building my credit, even got me a car

I don’t blow my paychecks on nights in the bar

But I’ll need a miracle to survive this week

Meaning well and such ain’t ever the stuff

That makes one dear to us

You know how the road to hell gets paved

And you know how to call my bluff

Call my bluff

Sometimes you ride

Sometimes you fall

Sometimes you shine

Sometimes you’re dull

If it ain’t one thing it’s another

Makes you wonder why bother

At all

Today the dark clouds almost won

It was thunder & lightning & I was numb

The head games that you play

When you’re a lonely old stray

Are enough to put a dead fox on the run

They say that dark times are to come

Well I say come on and get you some

I don’t mean to feed your fears

But dark times been here for years

And it don’t look good now playin dumb

Sometimes you ride

Sometimes you fall

Sometimes you shine

Sometimes you’re dull

If it ain’t one thing it’s another

Makes you wonder why bother

At all

Today the dark clouds almost won

It was thunder & lightning & I was numb

The head games that you play

When you’re a lonely old stray

Are enough to put a dead fox on the run

They say that dark times are to come

Well I say come on and get you some

I don’t mean to feed your fears

But dark times been here for years

And it don’t look good now playin dumb

Been livin on hand me downs

Re-brewin’ old coffee grounds

Line dancin’ in a zig-zag

With the savvy of an old fag

I can make a mean cornbread

Got the recipe in my head

Came from an old farmer

Name of Fanny, she’s a charmer

Woah you got that right

Woah you got that right

Been playin’ that waiting game

Slow car on the fast train

Think I just might derail

Jump on a ship and set sail

Tried to step up to the plate

Don’t ya know I swung too late

Tried to light a hot fire

But only had a pile of wet tires

Woah you got that right

Whoa you got that right

Well, it don’t matter if you do or you don’t

You can or you can’t or you will or you won’t

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

Woah you got that right

Whoa you got that right

Well, it don’t matter if you do or you don’t

You can or you can’t or you will or you won’t

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

To begin again

Something must end

That’s everything then

No time to mend

Yesterday’s trend

Goodbye my friend

To begin again

First steps must be taken

Like bread needs breakin

The yard needs rakin

Love needs makin

Beliefs get shaken

Don’t blow your heart up shooting cocaine

Find yourself surfin’ round the astral plane

One heroic dose over the threshold

Ya ain’t no stoic if ya let yourself unfold

1 I, 2 I, 3 I’ll go

I’ve been around but ain’t no cotton-eyed Joe

To begin again

Blurred vision clearing

A road not veering

No end nearing

All terms endearing

And no judgment leering

To begin again

Old nightmares mastered

Awaken faster, have no disasters

In verdant pastures

Of Sweet Williams and Asters

To begin again

To begin again

To begin again and again and again

don’t get mad at you for getting up early

Please don’t be mad at me for staying up late

You know my hours are a little bit surly

From when the sun goes down

to when the devil wakes

But there’ll be angels in the mornin’

When the joy comes if you believe

In that hopeful sentiment

And I’ll always be here for you

Until the heavens makes me prove

when I cried for mercy that I meant it

I’ll be your Carhartt cowboy

I’ll be your fancy-dudded dude

I’ll be everything in between

That you want me to

I’ll be your cookin-up-chow-boy

Your holy-cow-wow-boy

It’s all up to you

I’ll do anything you want me to

You know never slowin’ down will wear ya thin

Even if you’re ridin high with a master plan

And you know the shape I get myself in

Between a couple drinks & now I need a hand

I been waitin’ on the mornin when the joy come

Cause I’m a fool for hopeful sentiment

You’ve been tossed about with me

Like two old souls lost at sea

ridin’ out the waves til they relent

I’ll be your Carhartt cowboy

I’ll be your fancy-dudded dude

I’ll be everything in between

That you want me to

I’ll be your cookin’-up-chow boy

Your holy-cow-wow boy

Runnin’-that-plow boy

Look what you did now, boy

It’s all up to you

I’ll do anything you want me to

We’ll leave only tire tracks

And take only memories

I know a trail that winds its way

On back through the trees

To a clearing in the moonlight

Where we can fool around all night

Aw, Baby, just you and me

Making sweet loving memories

Let’s take that old county road

that sorta goes through

See what kind of trouble we can get up to

Got a four wheel drive that just don’t work quite right

I’m not so secretly hoping we get stuck tonight

We’ll leave only tire tracks

And we’ll take only memories

I know a trail that winds its way

On back through the trees

To a clearing in the moonlight

Where we can fool around all night

Aw, Baby, just you and me

Making sweet loving memories

Got a cold case of beer if you want one

If you want dinner I’ll catch you some

My old fishin’ pole sits behind the seat

And I can see the mayflies on the creek

We’ll leave only tire tracks

And we’ll take only memories

I know a trail that winds its way

On back through the trees

To a clearing in the moonlight

Where we can fool around all night

Aw, Baby, just you and me

Making sweet loving memories

If I don’t see you, then I’ll see you

At the last round up

Where we’ll gather round again

and drink that same old cup

We’ll relive our best old times

And forget about the bad

We’ll saddle up and ride out

On The best trip we’ve ever had

Clouds roll by

Day turns to night

The stars up high

Are shining bright

Moments of zen

Now and then

Little bits of heaven

The end

Time and space have acquiesced

At the last round up

Forever don’t make sense and death is so abrupt

Am I just a speck of cosmic dust

Fleeing the scene

On the windshield of a spaceship microbus

Good Lord, what does it mean

Clouds roll by

Day turns to night

The stars up high

Are shining bright

Moments of zen

Now and then

Little bits of heaven

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I guess I still write songs and play guitar in hopes that I’d

make my daddy proud

He’s been gone a long long time but you know

I wish he was still around

I’d love to play along with him again

And show him all the licks I’ve learned

I’ve been through his old songbooks

And I didn’t leave a page unturned

I’d sit and pick a G run while he strummed

Along with a heavy right hand

Maybe I’d have him come out to a show

And even sit in with the band

I can almost hear our voices as they joined

In that old church harmony

And I’d ask him to say a prayer for

Everything I do that’s harmin’ me

Even though he had to die

for me to be the man that I’ve become

I’d give anything to hear him sing again

Don’t take your guns to town, son

I cried when Mr. Hall told his dad he’d call

And promised him he’d write

Sometimes an old song can feel too real

When it hits you just right

I ain’t been home for much of nothing now

In seven years or more

And I’d get out of my head if I could

find the will to just kick down the door

Even though he’s gone I thank the Lord

That he played a good role

But I’d do anything to sing with him again

What would you give in exchange for your soul

*What would you give

In exchange

What would you give

In exchange

What would you give in exchange for your soul?

For if today God should call you away

What would you give

In exchange for your soul?

[*What Would You Give? - Traditional American Hymn]