Them Boots

Boots on the ground
In the mud and in the sand
On gravel and paved roads
In foreign trenches
And on American lawns
With white picket fences
High up on powerlines
Leaving marks
On state owned parks
Climbing mountains
Wading rivers
Hunting on prairies 
Riding horses 
On forgotten trails
Landing at night along
With the special forces
Wanted for tick tock glory
And one second fame
You'll never find a pair
That looks the same
The ones I own
Whether on my feet
Or next to my rifle
I know, they will always
Bring me home