My old man's shoes were steel toed boots
Ripped up rawhide leather
Seams splittin' like the Red sea
So duct tape held 'em together
They worn more tread than a Firestone underneath a '65 Fastback Ford
Size 12 wide, spent Saturday nights
Cuttin' rug on a bar room floor
They weren't built for speed, they weren't built for comfort
But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin'
Might not look like much to you
But there really wasn't much they couldn't walk through
They weren't flashy, they weren't classy
But they made him workin' class happy
And I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots
They didn't bring home a fortune, but we were fortunate doin' just fine
Sunrise to bed, they kept us fed and the lights on most the time
Some out of joint rips on the laces, scuffed up, scarred from heel to toe
Looked twice their age on a good day, broken in don't even come close
They weren't built for speed, they weren't built for comfort
But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin'
Might not look like much to you
But there really wasn't much they couldn't walk through
They weren't flashy, they weren't classy
But they made him workin' class happy
And I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots
They didn't bring home a fortune
But we were fortunate for doing just fine
They weren't built for speed, they weren't built for comfort
But you can bet that they were buildin' somethin'
They might've not looked like much to you
But there really wasn't much they couldn't walk through
They weren't flashy, they weren't classy
But they made him workin' class happy
And I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky to walk a mile in my old man's boots
compositores: John Osborne
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