The Dead South These Boots :: Rockstone Sessions

Seven long years, I waited for you You played your games, I played Mine too While I wait for you Courting calls and lots of hurt Girls are crying and I m lying in The dirt Trying to make this work I m a big jerk, fooled by your smirk Pulled out your gun, shooting me With words Right through the head, oh, just Like I deserve Throw me to the curb All them old folks Gathering round me Point and laugh, oh, white they Watch me bleed I m starting to believe This is not a dream Completely obsence Burry me, in the cold hard ground Throw my body in While I m lying down Then you steal my crown Before you leave me Lying in the dirt Take off my boots And give em to the herd All them sad words Beaten and disturbed Company deserved Take of my boots And I will love you