Sting - Dead mans boots

^FYou see these work boots ^Cin my hands, they'll probably fit you now my son ^BbTake them, ^Cthey're a ^Dmgift from ^Gmme, ^Gm7why don't you ^C7try them on? ^FIt would do your old man ^Cgood to see you walking in these boots one day ^BbAnd take your ^Cplace a^Dmmong the ^Gmmen who ^C7work ^Cupon the ^Fslipway

These ^Cdead man's boots, th^Fough they're old and curled When a ^Bbfeller needs a job and a ^Fplace in the world Bb C Dm Gm (Let it ring) And it's time for a man to put down roots And ^C7walk to the river in his ^Cold man's boots

^FHe said, "I'm nearly done and ^Casking this, that you do one final thing for me You're ^Bbbarely ^Cbut a ^Dmsapling^Gm, and you ^Gm7think that you're a ^Ctree ^FIf you need a seed to prosper,^C you must first put down some roots Just ^Bbone foot ^Cthen the ^Dmother^Gm in these ^Cdead man's ^Fboots"

These ^Cdead man's boots kn^Fow their way down the hill They could ^Bbwalk there themselves and they ^Fprobably will There's a ^Bbplace for you ^Cthere to ^Dmsink your ^Gmroots And take a ^C7walk to the river in his ^Cold man's boots

I said, ^Bb"Why in the hell would I ^Fdo that? And ^Gmwhy would I agr^Cee?" When his ^Bbhand was ^Call that ^DmI'd re^Gmceived, as ^Gm7far as I re^C7member It's ^Bbnot as if he'd spoiled ^Fme with his ^Gmkindness up to then you ^Csee I'd a pl^Bban of me ^Cown and I'd ^Dmquit this ^Gmplace when I ^Ccame of age ^FSeptember

These ^Cdead man's boots kn^Fow their way down the hill They could ^Bbwalk there themselves and they ^Fprobably will I'd ^Bbplenty of ^Cchoices, and ^Dmplenty other ^Gmroutes And he'd ^C7never see me walking in these ^Cdead man's boots

^BbWhat was it made him th^Fink I'd be ^Gmhappy ending up like him?^C When he'd ^Bbhardly ^Cgot two ^Dmhalf pennies ^Gmleft, or a ^Gm7broken pot to piss i^C7n ^BbHe wanted this same thing for ^Fme, was ^Gmthat his final ^Cwish? Bb C Dm Gm C (Root note) He said, "What the hell are you going to do?"

N.C

I said, "Anything but this!"

These ^Cdead man's boots know their ^Fway down the hill They can ^Bbwalk there themselves and they ^Fmost likely will But they ^Bbwon't walk with me because I'm ^Foff the other way I've ^Bbhad it up to here, I'm going to ^Fhave my say When ^Bball you've got left is that ^Fcross on the wall I want ^Bbnothing from you, I want ^Fnothing at all Not a ^Gmpension nor a pittance, when your ^Fwhole life is through Get ^Bbthis through your head, I'm ^Cnothing like you Bb Bb Gm (Let Ring) I'm done with all the arguments, there'll be no more dispute C G# Gm F (Rings until finishes) And you'll die before you see me in your dead man's boots