Fill Your Boots

C G Am F C G Am F C G They've got scuffs on top from a hard days work Am F Worn holes in the bottom and their covered in dirt C G You can find 'em in the third row of church on Sunday morning. Am F Just a size 9 pair of boots, I wouldn't trade those things for nothing C G Am F 'Cause they gave me a path to follow C G Am F They taught me how to walk the straight and narrow C G Am F And how to work for what I've got, they showed me my roots C G Am F They may not be that big, but I can never fill your boots C G Am F C G Now their sittin in the livin' room, underneath the picture frame Am F Right next to a cowboy hat, that you wore every day C G If I'da known it'd be the last time that I'd see them on your feet Am F I'da hold on a little tighter when you go to leave C G Am F 'Cause they gave me a path to follow C G Am F They taught me how to walk the straight and narrow C G Am F And how to work for what I've got, they showed me my roots C G Am F They may not be that big, but I can never fill your boots C G Am F C G Am F Am G F C If you were here today, I wonder what you'd say Am G F C Would you be proud of who I am, of the man that you helped make C G Am F 'Cause they gave me a path to follow C G Am F They taught me how to walk the straight and narrow C G Am F And how to work for what I've got, they showed me my roots C G Am F They may not be that big, but I can never fill your boots C G Am F C G Am F I can never fill your boots C G Am F C G Am F C G Am F C