Letra de Dead Man's Boots
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 slipwayThese 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 bootsHe 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"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 ye there to sink your roots And take a walk down the river in these dead man's bootsI 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 SeptemberThese 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 bootsWhat was it made him think I'd be happy ending up like him? When he'd hardly got two halfpennies left Or a broken pot to piss in He wanted the same thing for me, was that his final wish? He said, "What the hell are ye gonna do?" I said, "Anything but this"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 'cause I'm off the other way I've had it up to here, I'm gonna have my sayWhen 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 disputeAnd you'll die before you see me in your dead man's boots