You've been long and on the open road,
You?ve been sleepin? in the rain.
From the dirty words and muddy cells,
Your clothes are smeared and stained.
But the dirty words and muddy cells,
Will soon be judged insane.
So only stop and rest yourself,
?Til you are off again.
And, take off your thirsty boots,
And stay for awhile.
Your feet are hot and weary,
From a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh,
And maybe I can try.
Just looking for the evening,
And the mornin? in your eye.
REFRAIN:(Acoustic lead over)
Then tell me of the ones you saw,
As far as you could see.
Across the plains from field to town,
Marching to be free.
And of the rusty prison gates,
That tumble by degree,
Like laughing children, one by one,
Who look like you and me.
Then, take off your thirsty boots,
And stay for awhile.
Your feet are hot and weary,
From a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh,
And maybe I can try.
Just looking for the evening,
And the mornin? in your eye.
Instrumental:(Acoustic lead, piano and harmonica over)
I know that you?re no stranger,
Down the crooked rainbow trail.
From dancing cliffheads, shattered sills,
Of slandered shackled jails.
But the voices drift up from below,
As his walls are being scaled.
And all of this,
And more my friend,
Your song shall not be failed.
Then, take off your thirsty boots,
And stay for awhile.
Your feet are hot and weary,
From a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh,
And maybe I can try.
Just looking for the evening,
And the mornin? in your eye.
CODA:(Acoustic lead, piano and harmonica over)