<b>"Thirsty Boots"</b> - Eric Andersen

<i>You've long been on the open road, sleeping in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are smeared and stained.
But the dirty words and the mud of cells will soon be judged insane,
So only stop and rest yourself, and you'll be off again.

And take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try
Just looking for the evening, and the morning in your eyes.

Then tell me of the ones you saw as far as you can see
Across the plains from field to town, a-marchin' to be free.
And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
Like laughing children, one by one, they look like you and me.

And take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try
Just looking for the evening, and the morning in your eyes.

I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff-edge shattered sills of slander-shackled jails,
Where the voices drift up from below, as walls are being scaled
Yes, all of this, and more my friend, your song shall not be scaled.

Yes, you've long been on the open road, sleeping in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are smeared and stained.
But the dirty words and the mud of cells will soon be hid in shame,
So only stop and rest yourself, and you'll be off again.

And take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try
Just looking for the evening, and the morning in your eyes.</i>