you ve long been on the open road you ve been sleepin in the rain from dirty words and mud of the cells your clothes are soiled and stained but the dirty words and the muddy cells will soon be judged insane so only stop and rest yourself and you ll be off again and take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try just lookin for the evenin and the mornin in your eyes then tell me of the ones you see as far as you could see across the plains from field to town a marchin to be free and of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree like laughin children one by one they look like you and me so 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 lookin for the evenin and the mornin in your eyes i know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trial from dancing cliff edge shattered sills of slander shackled jails but the melodies drift up from below as walls are bein scaled yes and all of this and more my friend your song shall not be failed and take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try just lookin for the evenin and the mornin in your eyes and take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try lookin for the evenin and the mornin in your eyes