Die Wit' My Boots On
[Verse 1]
Forsaken my soul, a lifetime ago,
Storms thundered upon my homestead low.
Fought a baker's dozen, mano á mano,
Buried a wife and child, twelve-and-one foe.
[Verse 2]
Rode the trails since I don't know when,
Me and my six-gun and a heartful of sin.
Seen every town, not sure where I've been,
No faith in the Lord, but in a fifth of gin.
[Chorus]
I’ve been a rough man, livin’ them rough ways.
No time for debts, no time to pay.
Oh, I’ve been a tough man, livin’ them tough ways.
No time for debts, don't care to repay.
[Verse 3]
My maker’s a callin', shoutin’ my name,
Time for reckonin’, says I’m to blame.
Pay a butcher's bill, death's the end game,
I keep movin’ along, thanks just the same.
[Bridge]
I’ll die wit' my boots on, no one will wonder.
Whether hanging above ground or buried six feet under.
Men and our rough ways, it’s the life we choose.
When you came wit' nothin’, you got nothin’ to lose.
[Verse 4]
A boy then a man, soon leaving as dust,
A life without penitence, a life plenty unjust.
When my time ends, in my fate I will trust,
Lie where I'm felled, there my spurs will rust.
[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ve been a rough man, no time for debts.
Livin’ them rough ways, no time for regrets.
Lord, I’ve been a tough man, no money for debts.
Livin’ them tough ways, but never regrets.
I’ll die with my boots on, Yeah, gonna die wit' my boots on.
2020 Alfred C. Martino
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[Verse 1]
Forsaken my soul, a lifetime ago,
Storms thundered upon my homestead low.
Fought a baker's dozen, mano á mano,
Buried a wife and child, twelve-and-one foe.
[Verse 2]
Rode the trails since I don't know when,
Me and my six-gun and a heartful of sin.
Seen every town, not sure where I've been,
No faith in the Lord, but in a fifth of gin.
[Chorus]
I’ve been a rough man, livin’ them rough ways.
No time for debts, no time to pay.
Oh, I’ve been a tough man, livin’ them tough ways.
No time for debts, don't care to repay.
[Verse 3]
My maker’s a callin', shoutin’ my name,
Time for reckonin’, says I’m to blame.
Pay a butcher's bill, death's the end game,
I keep movin’ along, thanks just the same.
[Bridge]
I’ll die wit' my boots on, no one will wonder.
Whether hanging above ground or buried six feet under.
Men and our rough ways, it’s the life we choose.
When you came wit' nothin’, you got nothin’ to lose.
[Verse 4]
A boy then a man, soon leaving as dust,
A life without penitence, a life plenty unjust.
When my time ends, in my fate I will trust,
Lie where I'm felled, there my spurs will rust.
[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ve been a rough man, no time for debts.
Livin’ them rough ways, no time for regrets.
Lord, I’ve been a tough man, no money for debts.
Livin’ them tough ways, but never regrets.
I’ll die with my boots on, Yeah, gonna die wit' my boots on.
2020 Alfred C. Martino
#DieWithMyBootsOn #songlyrics #songs #lyrics #alfredcmartino