Lyrics Fill These Boots - Brett Myers, Big Smo

Fill These Boots

When I was just a young man my daddy used to say
«Walk a mile in my boots then you’ll understand my ways»
Nothin' wrong with calloused hands, be proud of workin' hard
The day you quit is the day you die‚ it’ll make you who you are (Make you who
you are)
You’ve got your own free will
But don’t forget you’ve got some big boots to fill
If you wanna fill these boots you gotta live the truth
Be the man you were bred to be 'til there’s nothin' left to prove
If you wanna fill these boots (Ahh yeah) love the red‚ white and blue (Come on
here we go now)
You’ll never lose your home grown roots (Check‚ check 1−2)
If you wanna fill these boots
Am I comin' in loud and clear baby
We 'bout to clock in and get to work
Yeah let me slide on these old dusty boots one time
Show you how it’s done, look out now, here we go
These old size 13's is a sight to see if you walk the life that I have
And it’s a crazy ride if you take the time then you might just understand
(Might just understand)
I don’t work the clock‚ and I never stop 'til I got the whole job done
So you can bet your ass when I had the chance I was back up with the sun (Back
up with the sun)
Yeah, overtime’s an old friend of mine and I know I paid the price (Ahh yeah)
'Cause the bills don’t stop 'til that hammer drops and I clock out from this
life
Come on
If you wanna fill these boots you gotta live the truth
Be the man you were bred to be 'til there’s nothin' left to prove
If you wanna fill these boots, love the red‚ white and blue
You’ll never lose your home grown roots
If you wanna fill these boots
Yeah the red, white, and blue
Don’t lose your roots baby
If you wanna fill these boots (Ahh yeah) you gotta live the truth (Here we go
now)
Be the man you were bred to be 'til there’s nothin' left to prove
If you wanna fill these boots, love the red, white and blue
You’ll never lose your home grown roots
If you wanna fill these boots
Overtime’s an old friend of mine and I know I paid the price
(If you wanna fill these boots)
'Cause the bills don’t stop 'til that hammer drops and I clock out from this
life
Come on
If you wanna fill these boots, love the red, white and blue
You’ll never lose your home grown roots
If you wanna fill these boots