Lyrics: I’ll Be Your Boots (And Hope That’s Enough)
Performed by Whiskey Wind & The Prairie Boys
I’ll Be Your Boots (And I Hope That’s Enough) — DOWNLOAD
(Verse 1)
I’ve walked a million miles, maybe more,
Through dust and rain, from cotton to corn.
But I ain’t no prince in shiny shoes,
I’m just your man, in worn-out boots.
I’ve got a scuff or two, yeah, I’m beat up,
But I’ll be your boots, and hope that’s enough.
………….
(Pre-Chorus)
When the road gets rough, I’ll take the hits,
Pull me up tight, I won’t ever quit.
Through the highs and the lows, need a man? I’m your Larry May-Haan.
I’m a pair of Georgia, nobody before ya.
(Chorus)
I’ll be your work boots, when the days are long,
Sturdy and strong, when everything’s wrong.
I’ll be your Saturday night, your dancing shoes,
I’ll be the one you never wanna lose.
I’ll be your Sunday morning, calm and kind,
The boots you wear when you need peace of mind.
Got some drama, I’ll be your Tony Lama.
Need to get mean? I’m your Wolverines.
(Verse 2)
I’m not made of rhoo, no polished shine,
But I’ll walk with you through every climb.
From fields of green to city streets,
I’ll keep you steady, right at your feet.
I ain’t got fancy stitching or a showroom buff,
But, I’ll be your boots, and hope that’s enough.
(Pre-Chorus)
When the weight of the world is pulling you down,
I’ll be the soles that keep you on the ground.
Through the wear and the teər, I’m at your command,
I’ll be your Timberland and hold your hand.
(Chorus)
I’ll be your work boots, when the days are long,
Sturdy and strong, when everything’s wrong.
I’ll be your Saturday night, your dancing shoes,
I’ll be the one you never wanna lose.
I’ll be your Sunday morning, calm and kind,
The boots you wear when you need peace of mind.
Wanna sing, I’ll be your Red Wings
I’m a pair of Lucchese, embrace me!
(Bridge)
When the rain starts pouring and the wind picks up,
I’ll be there standing, never giving up.
Through the cracks and the creases, the dirt and the dust,
I’ll be your boots, baby, boom or bust.
(Chorus)
I’ll be your work boots, when the days are long,
Sturdy and strong, when everything’s wrong.
I’ll be your Saturday night, your dancing shoes,
I’ll be the one you never wanna lose.
I’ll be your Sunday morning, coming down,
The boots you wear when you walk around.
I’ll hold your heart when life gets tough,
I’ll be your boots, if you need to get rough.
(Verse 3)
To fix the hole, I can be resoled,
Just me, my rod, and my soul in Mexico.
Ain’t no hole a Marlin won’t fix.
By the time I’m mended, I’ll be back in the mix.
(Outro)
Yeah, I’ll be your boots, and hope that’s enough.
Through every step, I’ll never give up.
I’ll be your boots… and hope that’s enough.
…………. [fiddle soliloquy]
I’m a pair of Ariat can you relate?
I’m a pair of Justin and I’m trustin’…
… that’ll be enough.
I’ll Be Your Boots (And I Hope That’s Enough) — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger