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Even now I see him walking home at sundown |
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He's whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side |
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I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket |
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And that factory dust was on his shoes the afternoon he died |
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I swore I'd never heed that factory whistle |
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In a banker's cage |
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I signed a loan against my future sins |
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All the neighbors shook my hand and wished me well upon my leaving |
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Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of friends |
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So take these boots that shine like |
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Judas silver |
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And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads |
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While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses |
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Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those |
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My stroke was good, the deals fell fast and easy |
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I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lion's share |
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My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk and boots of tender leather |
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And I walked in them the halls of power but found no comfort there |
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So take these boots that shine like |
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Judas silver |
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And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads |
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While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses |
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Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those |
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Lady lay these boots upon the fire' |
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Cause lady now |
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I swear I'll never wear this pair again |
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I meant to stand up straight and tall, it never was that easy |
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Now these soles are stained from walking on the dreams of better men |
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So take these boots that shine like |
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Judas silver |
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And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads |
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While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses |
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Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those |