Walk A Mile

Shot glass clanging, old jukebox singing
Something 'bout a neon light
Pool balls cracking, pretty girls laughing
At some drunk guy's pickup line

My Friday nights might be wasted time to you
But you might just get it if you walk a mile in my boots

Take your left, pick it up, take your right, set it down
Do it over and over till you get to town
You might get thirsty, but, buddy, don't worry
'Cause it ain't that far
Walk a mile in my boots and you'll wind up at a bar

I try to stay home and rest my bones
When the weekend rolls around
I try to drink water like they say I oughta
But the plastic bottles let me down

Then my boys start calling, saying we got things to do
Yeah, you might just get it if you walk a mile in my boots

Take your left, pick it up, take your right, set it down
Do it over and over till you get to town
You might get thirsty, but, buddy, don't worry
'Cause it ain't that far
Walk a mile in my boots and you'll wind up at a bar

Throw your boots on, I'll show you the way

If you got the overworked, underpaid 5-o'clock Friday blues
Come on and take a load off and walk a mile in my boots
Naw, and it ain't that far
Walk a mile in my boots and you'll wind up at a bar

Damn, all this walking around's got me thirsty