Work Boots

Wake up in the morning, drag my tired ass outta bed I throw something in my cooler that my lovely wife left me in the fridge Then I pour myself some coffee to go Grab my boots left waiting by the door Well Rockports are made for walkin', Jordans are made for dunkin' Your Crocks are made to wear your housecoat to the store These workboots are made for workin', laying asphalt, welding and truckin' Carhartts, farmers' tans and feeling sore Well Chucks were made for hipsters, writing poetry on computers Sitting in the Starbucks for all the world to see I've got steel toes and heavy leather, I'm telling you there ain't no better Dirty hands and clean money is the life for me I've got dirty hands, clean money and a mind that's free Dirty worn and tattered, laces broke, been tied back together There's no shine left on that leather, worn from every job and every type of weather And sometimes they smell like something died But with my head held high I'll work in them with pride Well Rockports are made for walkin', Jordans are made for dunkin' Your Crocks are made to wear your housecoat to the store These workboots are made for workin', laying asphalt, welding and truckin' Carhartts, farmers' tans and feeling sore Well Chucks were made for hipsters, writing poetry on computers Sitting in the Starbucks for all the world to see I've got steel toes and heavy leather, I'm telling you there ain't no better Dirty hands and clean money is the life for me I've got dirty hands, clean money and a mind that's free And I'm sweating all day in the sun Driving home now cause my day is done The sun is low as I walk through the door I take my boots off, feeling a little sore I kiss my baby, she says are you all right I say it's worth it, just to be here by your side Well Rockports are made for walkin', Jordans are made for dunkin' Your Crocks are made to wear your housecoat to the store These workboots are made for workin', laying asphalt, welding and truckin' Carhartts, farmers' tans and feeling sore Well Chucks were made for hipsters, writing poetry on computers Sitting in the Starbucks for all the world to see I've got steel toes and heavy leather, I'm telling you there ain't no better Dirty hands and clean money is the life for me I've got dirty hands, clean money and a mind that's free Dirty hands, clean money and a mind that's free