Rob Mathes - Dead Man's Boots lyrics

[Verse 1] You see these work boots in my hands, they'll probably fit you now my son Take them, they're a gift from me, why don't you try them on? It would do your old man good to see you walking in these boots one day And take your place among the men who work upon the slipway [Chorus] These dead man's boots, though they're old and curled When a feller needs a job and a place in the world And it's time for a man to put down roots And walk to the river in his old man's boots [Verse 2] He said, "I'm nearly done and asking this, that you do one final thing for me You're barely but a sapling, and you think that you're a tree If you need a seed to prosper, you must first put down some roots Just one foot then the other in these dead man's boots" [Chorus] These dead man's boots know their way down the hill They could walk there themselves and they probably will There's a place for you there to sink your roots And take a walk to the river in his old man's boots [Verse 3] I said, "Why in the hell would I do that? And why would I agree?" When his hand was all that I'd received, as far as I remember It's not as if he'd spoiled me with his kindness up to then you see I'd a plan of me own and I'd quit this place when I came of age September [Chorus] These dead man's boots know their way down the hill They can walk there themselves and they probably will I'd plenty of choices, and plenty other routes And he'd never see me walking in these dead man's boots [Verse 4] What was it made him think I'd be happy ending up like him? When he'd hardly got two half pennies left, or a broken pot to piss in He wanted this same thing for me, was that his final wish? He said, "What the hell are you going to do?" I said, "Anything but this!" [Outro] These dead man's boots know their way down the hill They can walk there themselves and they most likely will But they won't walk with me because I'm off the other way I've had it up to here, I'm going to have my say When all you've got left is that cross on the wall I want nothing from you, I want nothing at all Not a pension nor a pittance, when your whole life is through Get this through your head, I'm nothing like you I'm done with all the arguments, there'll be no more dispute And you'll die before you see me in your dead man's boots