Grandpa's Boots

Fumblin' 'round in my pockets for the spirit
Too many drinks, so I guess I'll have to sit
My god, that guitar sounds so damn good
So I'll tap these boots to the beat on the old hardwood

They were my grandpa's
And now they're mine
He wore 'em down, so now they feel fine
I'm gonna walk these bad boys on down the line
They were my grandpa's
And now they're mine

These holes, no they won't fill
And those beers I spilled, well, they won't unspill
My god, there's a girl over there with looks that kill
So I guess these boots better work for one last thrill

They were my grandpa's
And now they're mine
He wore 'em down, so now they feel fine
I'm gonna walk these bad boys on down the line
They were my grandpa's
And now they're mine

Yeah yeah yeah
Alright now
Yeah yeah yeah

They were my grandpa's
And now they're mine
He wore 'em down so now they feel fine
I'm gonna walk these bad boys on down the line
They were my grandpa's
And now they're mine

And now they're mine
Alright now
And now they're mine
And now they're mine



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Writer(s): Telander
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