These dusty boots ; are as old as the dust.
I've been walking far ; the road's been hard.
A guitar on my back ; my eyes to the front.
There's been many who left ; many who led me right.
Never kicked a rock ; but I've crushed a few snakes.
When it rains it pours ; the night sky is thick.
I married the moon ; and worked for the sun.
Without a drink of water ; sometimes you gotta run.
These boots are heavy ; its made me strong.
Its a real blessing ; to have boots that aint made wrong.

I musta been a little slow ; to think I could keep up.
She was a dancer even without the music ; and I had two left feet.
These boots were made for me ; but she brought her own pair.
I never thought walking alone was all that bad ; but walking with her made me think twice.
Every step seemed right ; every stumble seemed nice.
Turns out this road wasn't new to her ; she'd gone even farther.
Where she was from ; all they did was walk.
Little did i know she'd walk ; her path into mine.

Time had no limit ; we walked for ages.
Our journal was the road ; our boot prints the pages.
The smoke of her trail ; set my heart ablaze.
The stars she followed ; left my eyes amazed.
Even when the monsters that followed her ; seemed so great.
She would walk right in front of them ; right to their funeral's wake.
Wasn't much that her feet couldn't take ; even crushing the skulls of a snake.
She could walk on water...My lady of the lake.