Black wheels keep turning on the black top,
And I'll drive for miles without a stop.
I've got this sleepy town fading behind me,
So I'll smash the rearview mirror so I can't see -
The mascara running down my face,
Turn up the radio so I can't hear my heart race;
The mile markers keep fading past,
Smiling through my window as I hit the gas.
[CHORUS]
These boots have stumbled through broken dreams,
They've crashed and burned; fallen apart at the seams,
And these boots have kicked up dirt all night long,
Singing and dancing to every old country song;
I've seen hearts crumble and break under these boots -
Their pieces mixing with the weeds from my roots,
But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it would be:
That I can always count on these boots to save me.
[VERSE 2]
The gas tank is running low, sitting at empty;
And these tears may fall but I'll never lose my dignity,
I've got my clothes in a garbage bag in the backseat,
And my old Chevy driving on through the city streets.
There's a picture of my graduating class beside me,
As I look to the friends I've had since '93,
And this picture will always take me back to my hometown,
Back to the place where I wore my old boots down
[CHORUS]
These boots have stumbled through broken dreams,
They've crashed and burned; fallen apart at the seams,
And these boots have kicked up dirt all night long,
Singing and dancing to every old country song;
I've seen hearts crumble and break under these boots -
Their pieces mixing with the weeds from my roots,
But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it would be:
That I can always count on these boots to save me.
[VERSE 3]
There's a sign up yonder past a mile marker or two,
And if there's something I know - it ain't leading me to you,
A laugh in the face and a kick to the ground,
Is what I got from you when you heard I wasn't sticking around,
You'll go tomorrow and tell all your friends you left me,
But I'll get the last laugh when they look and they see,
I'll be standing up on the stage with my guitar and broken heart,
Singing my farewell song to you, and this is how it'll start..
[CHORUS]
These boots have stumbled through broken dreams,
They've crashed and burned; fallen apart at the seams,
And these boots have kicked up dirt all night long,
Singing and dancing to every old country song;
I've seen hearts crumble and break under these boots -
Their pieces mixing with the weeds from my roots,
But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it would be:
That I can always count on these boots to save me.
...Black wheels keep turning on the black top,
And I'll drive for miles without a stop.
I've got this sleepy town fading behind me,
So I'll smash the rearview mirror so I can't see.
