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Nice little party-- must've missed the invite.
Your new place sure has charm
Had to finally meet you. Been waiting all night.
Watching her on your arm
I brought a little something, just an old pair of boots
All the way from Kabul. Belonged to one of my troops

Tucked in the laces, there's a small piece of tin.
Keep it if you're inclined
Picked it off the ground, just a memory of him.
Couldn't leave it behind
Faithful to the letter, he was. Right down to those boots
They don't make 'em better. But I don't have to tell you

'Cause In his shadow you'll dwell,
You might drink from that well
You might sleep in that bed,
But you don't walk in those boots

Now I've gone and done it. By the tears in her eyes,
Guess she'd like me to leave.
So if you'll excuse me, I'll say my goodbyes.
Wipe my heart off my sleeve.
It's Hell in the desert, all alone with bad news
I watched him read her letter. I owed him one last salute

She might buy what you sell
You might drink from that well
You might sleep in that bed,
You'll never walk in those boots

Nice little party-- must've missed the invite...