Stone Stompers

The hours running late, and I’m all alone

Tomorrow I’ll be stomping, stomping on the Stone

When I wear the boots, I put em to the test,

Because I know tomorrow, tonight I gotta rest.

I’m a rugged guy, living on a dare-

Sitting in the dark, not going anywhere

It rains and it thunders, its wild outside-

I’ve seen it all before, and so I can’t abide

Getting lost again, my boots good and worn

I barely turned a page, then the page is torn

Tell em how yer rugged, rugged wit yer boots

Then tell a tale, a story of yer roots,

Tell it to em straight and tell it to em wild

Tell about the last time that you even smiled

Back as a boy, I never needed steel toes,

Those are the days, a youngin hardly knows

Rugged in my boots, rugged in my mind,

Desperate for relief, of The Holy kind,

May God help my feet, and my weary head

As I stomp the streets, til I’m nearly dead!

Steels not the only, only tips that I spit

Of the tips you know, most you will forget

Just like wind, sweeping Texas plains,

Sweeping up lies, burying remains,

Hoot, holler, yer free to scream and shout,

What it is, what it was, and what’s it all about

All wearing boots, looking kinda tough

Rugged with their tips, their faces real rough

Tell em they’re new, like the money on the hill

Tell em it’s a war and it’s shoes you gotta fill

Stomp upon the concrete, cold at the dawn

When the sun is up, the stompers are all gone.