You've long been on the open road, you've been sleepin' in the rain.
From dirty words, and muddy cells your clothes are soiled and stained.
But the dirty words, and the mud of cells, will soon be judged insane,
So only stop and rest yourself, and you'll be off again.
Oh, 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 saw as far as you can see, across the plains from field to town marchin' to be free
And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
Like laughing children one by one they look like you and me
Oh 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
I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trail
from dancing cliff edge shattered sills to slander shackled jails
where the voices drift up from below as walls are being scaled
yes all of this and more my friend
your song shall not be failed
Oh take off your thirsty bots 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.
