"Walk A Mile" lyrics

Shot glass clanging
Ol' jukebox singing
Something 'bout a neon light
Pool balls cracking
Pretty girls laughing
At some drunk guy's pick-up line

My Friday nights might be wasted time to you
But you might just get it, if you walk a mile in my boots

Take your left
Pick it up
Take your right
Set it down
Do it over and over
'Til you get to town
You might get thirsty
But, buddy, don't worry
'Cause it ain't that far
Walk a mile in my boots
And you'll wind up at a bar

I try to stay home
And rest my bones
When the weekend rolls around
I try to drink water
Like they say I ought to
But the plastic bottles let me down

Then my boys start calling
Saying we got things to do
Yeah. You might just get it, if you walk a mile in my boots

Take your left
Pick it up
Take your right
Set it down
Do it over and over
'Til you get to town
You might get thirsty
But, buddy, don't worry
'Cause it ain't that far
Walk a mile in my boots
And you'll wind up at a bar

Throw your boots on
I'll show you the way

If you got the overworked, underpaid five-o'clock Friday blues
Come on and take a load off, and walk a mile in my boots
Naw, and it ain't that far
Walk a mile in my boots
And you'll wind up at a bar

Damn! All this walking around's got me thirsty