Blisters and Boots

[Verse] The morn was bright the air was keen A trail ahead so fresh so green New boots they shone like polished gold But little did I know the pain they'd hold [Chorus] Ouch ouch ouch these boots are cruel They pinch they bite they’re made for a fool Step by step I curse their name Yet on I march through blistered flame [Verse 2] The hills did laugh the streams did sing But my poor feet felt every sting The laces tight the leather stiff Each step became a sinking cliff [Prechorus] Oh why oh why did I not test These boots before this uphill quest [Chorus] Ouch ouch ouch these boots are cruel They pinch they bite they’re made for a fool Step by step I curse their name Yet on I march through blistered flame [Bridge] A fiddler played by the mountain pass I danced a jig on broken glass The tune was sweet but my feet did cry Yet still I laughed beneath the sky