Way back when, when the days were young 
We had our fun 
Never cared much about being cool 
Or growing old to play the old fool 
Part of your life you spend paying your dues 
Walking the miles and singing the blues 
If I'm born into a pair of ramblin' shoes 
I'll tell you what 
I'll do I'll take my wings with a heart that's true 
And find the way to you 
Part of your life you spend paying your dues 
Walking the miles in your old man shoes 
When I finally find the way to shake loose 
I'll tell you what 
I'll do Hang my worry on a golden noose 
And find the way to you 
When we're all old and withering sages 
Talkin' 'bout what might have been 
Like a missing line or torn out pages 
We're gonna miss you then 
Walking the miles, singing the blues 
Learning to love what god gives to you 
If he gave me rockets on the bottom of my shoes 
I tell you what 
I'd do I'd burn my sole where the sun was new 
And find the way 
The way to you