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