Thirsty Boots

C G D(F#)

Your clothes are smeared and stained,

G G(F#) C G

But the dirty words and muddy cells

C G D(F#)

Will soon be hid in shame

So only stop to rest yourself

Am Am(G) D(F#) D(G) D(E)

Till you are off again

So take off your thirsty boots

and stay for a while,

G G(F#) Em

Your feet are hot and weary,

Am Am(G) D(F#)

from a dusty mile,

And maybe I can make you laugh,

maybe I can try,

G G(F#)

I'm just looking for the evening,

Am Am(G) D(F#) G C D7 G C D7

the morning in your eye.

So tell me of the ones you saw

As far as you could see

Across the plain from field to town

A-marching to be free

And of the rusted prison gates

That tumbled by degree

Like laughing children, one by one,

They look like you and me

Chorus.

(Harmonica interlude).

I know you are no stranger down

The crooked rainbow trails