THIRSTY BOOTS

(Eric Andeerson)



You've long been on the open road

You've been sleepin in the rain

From the dirt of words and mud of cell

Your clothes are dark and stained.

But the dirty words and muddy cells

Will soon be judged insane

So only stop and rest yourself

Till you'll be off again.



Then take off your thirsty boots

And stay for awhile

Your feet are hot and weary

From a dusty mile

And maybe I can make you laugh

Maybe if I try

I'm just lookin' for the evening

And the morning in your eyes.



But tell me of the ones you saw

As far as you could see

Across the plain from field to town

A-marching to be free

And of the rusted prison gates

That tumbled by degree

Like laughing children one by one

Who looked like you and me



CHORUS



I know you are no stranger down

The crooked rainbow trails

From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills

Of slender shackled jails

But the voices drift up from below

As the walls they're being scaled

All of this and more my friend

Your song shall not be failed.

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Words and music by Eric Anderson, copyright 1965 by United

Artists Music, all rights reserved.



Recorded on his Bout Changes 'N Things.

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