Old Boots (original song) - Mike Q HD

‘Old Boots’ written March 2019. Rugby season is coming around again here in New England. It stirred up some thoughts of times past in me.... Old Boots C F G C Old boots hanging in the corner C F G C Stiffened by age weathered and broken C F G C Studs ground down, withered and shrunken C F If my old boots could talk G C C Am You would hear them say Dm Am C G Back in the day, that’s when we play Dm Am C G From ruck to the maul, In full battle array Am Em Those were the days C F If my old boots could talk G C That’s what they would say C F G C Old man, clinging to the counter C F G C Drinking with my friends, loudly we banter C F G Wish that we could lace our boots G C For one more play C F If my old boots could talk G C C Am You would hear them say Dm Am C G Back in the day, that’s when we play Dm Am C G From ruck to the maul, In full battle array Am Em Those were the days C F If my old boots could talk G C That’s what they would say C F G Wish that I could lace my old boots G C C F C G C One more day