Boots up

/Gregg

 

Tell me at what point can I have a smile, a smile that I can keep

Because it always seems to be there when these birds sing me to sleep

I’m always under rested when its time for me to rise

And I can’t ever seem to hide it from these dark circles that surround my eyes

And I’ll sing harmony on the tones of the belt line drone

 

I’m an Appalachian bag of bones

Born with a blue collar in steel toes

Lord let me walk out of this coal mine

And make my way back home

 

Its always been these pedal steel guitar licks that cloud my dreams at night

But its back underground to mother 2 and a half come first thing morning light

Pick up your wrench and put down that pipe dream and just get on with your life

That’s never advice I desired to take no matter how much my mother may have liked

And Ill sing harmony on the tones of the belt drone

 

I’m an Appalachian bag of bones

Born with a blue collar in steel toes

Lord let me walk out of this coal mine

And make my way back home

 

I was boots up in a cross cut one night down in the Bailey mine

When I decided that I had ate enough rock dust to last me the rest of my time

Well now I’m up on my feet and my lamps back on

So take me up to bottom if you can

Cause you’ve taught me how to work my hardest

And you can be damn sure that I am proud of what I am

 

Now I sing this melody on a drone

To remind me of that belt line drone

 

I’m an Appalachian bag of bones

Born with a blue collar in steel toes

Lord let me walk out of this coal mine

And make my way back home