Old Boots, New Dirt

I’ve got the confit from a waitress, I ain’t never met
She asked You just passing through, I smile and said
I don’t know yet!
I walked around the time square, down the street to where
I met the preacher and the old courthouse band
Nothing helps to start again like
Old boots, new dirt
No reminders, I got a feeling this town would give me over her
Giving through what I’ve been through
Man, nothing feels better than
Old boots, new dirt
There’s a thousand faces I ain’t seen before
The only history that I can see is from the Civil war
It’s good for me to look around, down that road she ain’t been down
No memories of our used to be’s
Set me free!
Old boots, new dirt
No reminders, I got a feeling this town would give me over her
Giving through what I’ve been through
Man, nothing feels better than
Old boots, new dirt
Oooh, old boots, new dirt
One step closer, yeah I think I’m gonna like it here
Yeah!
Giving through what I’ve been through
Man, nothing feels better than,
Nothing helps me start again like
Old boots, new dirt
Old boots, new dirt
Old boots, new dirt