I pull on my old worn-out shoes
To travel roads where I have been
I feel that I’ve got naught to lose
In going back once more, again

The shoes they fill a simple need
The soles of feet they keep from bleed
Once stout and strong and full of life
Now broken, musty from the strife

These shoes have been a friend to me
On worksites, road trips, here and there
I use these shoes to save my feet
The there they’ll lead, I know not where