Had a hell of a week, down on my luck

Propped up my feet, said, "Bottoms up"

At the end of the bar, Scotch in his hand

Hat on his head, said, "Vietnam"

I swear, all of sudden, I felt lucky for a change

We might be under the same neon

But we ain't the same

I slipped on my leather Luccheses

He tied up them army green laces

Mine were made for going out all night

His were made for running straight into the fight

I can take a shot 'cause he dodged a bullet

I can raisе hell 'cause he walkеd right through it

Some drinks might be, but freedom ain't free, no doubt

I wouldn't have my boots on a barstool

Without them boots on the ground

I can't imagine what all he saw

Maybe he fought with my grandpa

I got up, made my way over

Just had to tap him on the shoulder

I thanked him for his service, he said he'd do it all again

I thought whiskey'd be my hero here tonight, then I met him

I slipped on my leather Luccheses

He tied up them army green laces

Mine were made for going out all night

His were made for running straight into the fight

I can take a shot 'cause he dodged a bullet

I can raise hell 'cause he walked right through it

Some drinks might be, but freedom ain't free, no doubt

I wouldn't have my boots on a barstool

Without them boots on the ground

I'm gonna get to kick 'em off when I get home

I'm gonna think about how some of them don't

I slipped on my leather Luccheses

He tied up them army green laces

Mine were made for going out all night

His were made for running straight into the fight

I can take a shot 'cause he dodged a bullet

I can raise hell 'cause he walked right through it

Some drinks might be, but freedom ain't free, no doubt

I wouldn't have my boots on a barstool

Without them boots on the ground

Without them boots on the ground