Eric Andersen Thirsty Boots
You've long been on the open road
Sleeping in the rain.
From dirty words and muddy cells,
your clothes are smeared and stained,
But the dirty words and muddy cells
will soon be judged insane.
So only stop to rest yourself til you are off again.
And 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 I can try.
I'm just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eyes.
Then tell me of the ones you saw
as far as you could see.
Across the plains from field to town
a-marching to be free,
And of the rusted prison gates
that tumbled by decree
Like laughing children, one by one,
they look like you and me
So 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 I can try.
I'm just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eyes.
I know you are no stranger down
the crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills
of slandered, shackled jails
for the voices drift up from below
as the walls are being scaled
Yes, all of this, and more, my friends
your song shall not be failed
So 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 I can try.
I'm just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eyes.
Yes, you've long been on the open road
Sleeping in the rain.
From dirty words and muddy cells,
your clothes are smeared and stained,
But the dirty words and muddy cells
will soon be hid in shame.
So only stop to rest yourself til you are off again.
So 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 I can try.
I'm just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eyes.
