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Dust On My Boots
(David Nicastro)


Worked the line all my years
From sun up till the sun goes down
Left behind sweat blood and tears
As I leave today I head on into town

(Chorus)
I walk through the door and pull up my stool
Smoke in the air and my drink’s waiting there
Funny how I blend into this place
With the dust on my boots and the lines on my face

Sun burned so hot I prayed for rain
Nailing in my final stay
My hands so numb can’t feel the pain
As I head on home I make a stop along the way

(Chorus)
I walk through the door and pull up my stool
Smoke in the air and my drink’s waiting there
Funny how I blend into this place
With the dust on my boots and the lines on my face

Years have left their mark on my skin
From stringing up this devils rope
I think of all the towns I’ve been in
While I live somewhere between reason and hope

(Chorus)
I walk through the door and pull up my stool
Smoke in the air and my drink’s waiting there
Funny how I blend into this place
With the dust on my boots and the lines on my face



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