Song Description
A man suffering from PTSD wanders aimless trying to find himself again only to find he belongs with the woman he left behind.
| Song Length |
2:44 |
Genre |
Country - Americana, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content |
Subject |
Life, General |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
These old boots are tattered and worn
The soles are thin and the leather's torn
They're scuffed and stained and frayed clean through
But these boots brought me back to you
These boots once carried me away
To the shores of Carolina and the streets of West LA
Down countless roads and byways but in the end
These old boots brought me home again
Bridge:
They took me far away to bloody foreign sands
And somewhere over there I lost touch with who I am
But I know now I'm only whole when we're together
And searching for myself was just a waste of leather
Now these boots stand by the bed right next to me
And I swear that's where they're always gonna be
To remind me if I feel that urge to move along
I'm already right where I belong
These old boots are tattered and worn
The soles are thin and the leather's torn
They're scuffed and stained and frayed clean through
But these boots brought me home to you