White boots from Down River by The Hocking River String Band

Through the desert, so dry dodging the rain
the only time it gets me is when i cant feel the pain
my boots painted white, my emotion the same
the men we killed yesterday still don't have a name

some say the angel will come down and rescue my soul
if death be a woman, then this is beyond my control

The taste of a bourbon and a good cigarette
would leave a man blind to his every regret
the hot summer sun, the boots i call home
are leaving me alive and so very alone.

(chorus)

The say you cant go back, but good lord you know that I've tried
the looks on the faces of thousands who know that i lied

(Chorus)

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