| I’ve got the confit from a waitress, I ain’t never met
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| She asked You just passing through, I smile and said
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| I don’t know yet!
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| I walked around the time square, down the street to where
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| I met the preacher and the old courthouse band
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| Nothing helps to start again like
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| Old boots, new dirt
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| No reminders, I got a feeling this town would give me over her
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| Giving through what I’ve been through
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| Man, nothing feels better than
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| Old boots, new dirt
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| There’s a thousand faces I ain’t seen before
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| The only history that I can see is from the Civil war
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| It’s good for me to look around, down that road she ain’t been down
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| No memories of our used to be’s
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| Set me free!
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| Old boots, new dirt
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| No reminders, I got a feeling this town would give me over her
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| Giving through what I’ve been through
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| Man, nothing feels better than
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| Old boots, new dirt
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| Oooh, old boots, new dirt
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| One step closer, yeah I think I’m gonna like it here
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| Yeah!
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| Giving through what I’ve been through
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| Man, nothing feels better than,
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| Nothing helps me start again like
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| Old boots, new dirt
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| Old boots, new dirt
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| Old boots, new dirt |