Dub Miller - These Old Boots
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| Band name | Dub Miller |
| Song name | These Old Boots |
| Tab type | Guitar tab |
| Added | 05/12/2008 |
| Size | 1.49 kb |
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These Old Boots By Dub Miller Key of A, capo at 2nd fret G9 D These old boots are cracked and dusty, and worn out on the ends C9 G9 D but they’ve walked with me a thousand miles and they’ve become my friends G9 D they’ve carried me through hard times and waited while I cried C9 G9 D G9 and these boots I know will stick with me till it’s time to say good bye These old boots were with me, when I first left my home to search for new tomorrows, and set out on my own and though my mind, it waivered, and my heart broke at the strings my boots tread ever forward in my search of hopes and dreams D C9 G9 These old boots were with me while I danced across the floor D C9 D to woo a green eyed girl, the kind I’d never met before G9 D and they led me to a moonlit path under shining autumn bliss C9 G-D-G and gave me the courage to stand my ground for a lovers starlit kiss These old boots knelt with me, with my lovers hand in mine to present a golden bond of hope uniting us for time and they walked with me through better and worse, until the very day that my lover’s heart was stolen, then they helped my walk away These old boots have seen the good times, they have seen the bad these old boots have always had the strength I’ve always wished I had and when I kneel down to the lord in prayer, my soul to save I know my boots will find the path, when they’ve laid me in the grave These old boots are cracked and dusty, and worn out on the ends but they’ve walked with me a thousand miles and they’ve become my friends