The Story of My Old Boots

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

The Story of My Old BootsIn dusty trails where legends tread,

The tales of my boots, where dreams were bred.

Their leathers worn, a well-traveled skin,

Each scuff and mark, a story within.

Theyve danced with fire beneath the stars,

Felt the warm breath of the ranges scars.

Through mud and grit, theyve stood the test,

Forging my path, theyve given their best.

Through rattlesnake whispers and cattle calls,

They’ve carried me through it all, through rise and falls.

With each spurred step on the open land,

I’ve chased horizons with a steady hand.

So here’s to the boots, my steadfast friends,

With them, the journey never ends.

Onward I ride, through that golden hue,

For the heart of a cowboy shines bright and true.