I been so concerned with payin' my dues
I havent paid my bills in months
I got a bad case of them weary blues
Goin hungry cos this dog won't hunt
I made alot of more mistakes than I ever made money
But my darlin' never seems to mind.
Lookin for the land of milk and honey
But draught beer is all I ever find
The world is one big puddle and I got holes in my boots.
Some say I was born lookin for trouble
But baby I was born to lose.
Sometimes I get to thinkin' I've been playin 'em wrong
If I ever wanna see a buck.
Give up writing my darn own songs
And start singing about pickup trucks
I know deep down I aint that sort
But a mans gotta earn his keep
I wonder how much I could afford before I started losing sleep
Call me old fashioned you're probably right
But I aint the fashionable kind.
Its bound to happen one of these nights
I'll get so old fashioned I'll die.
Or maybe just end up at the legion bar drinkin' with the other coots
I'll be tellin' em all how I got this far
And how they used to call me ol' Boots