Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 9 hours ago
Lyrics;
Got holes in my soles, and the road keeps callin’ my name,
Every mile I wander feels like more of the same.
Dust on my shadow, blues hummin’ low like a bruise—
World keeps spinnin’, I’m stuck in these worn out shoes.
Worn out shoes… carried me farther than truth,
Through the hard times, the long nights, and the wreckage of youth.
If these old soles could talk, they’d sing the same worn blues—
Life keeps grindin’ me down… in these worn out shoes.
Rain soaks through leather, cold creeps into my bones,
Walkin’ past the memories carved deep in broken stones.
Every step reminds me what I got left to lose—
Still I keep movin’… in these worn out shoes.
Worn out shoes… carried me farther than truth,
Through the hard times, the long nights, and the wreckage of youth.
If these old soles could talk, they’d sing the same worn blues—
Life keeps grindin’ me down… in these worn out shoes.
A man ain’t defined by the shine of his boots—
It’s the miles he’s walked, and the pain he can’t lose.
I ain’t got much, but I’ve paid all my dues—
Still draggin’ these feet… in my worn out shoes.
Yeah the road keeps takin’, and the blues don’t choose—
But I’ll die on my feet… in these worn out shoes.
Lyrics;
Got holes in my soles, and the road keeps callin’ my name,
Every mile I wander feels like more of the same.
Dust on my shadow, blues hummin’ low like a bruise—
World keeps spinnin’, I’m stuck in these worn out shoes.
Worn out shoes… carried me farther than truth,
Through the hard times, the long nights, and the wreckage of youth.
If these old soles could talk, they’d sing the same worn blues—
Life keeps grindin’ me down… in these worn out shoes.
Rain soaks through leather, cold creeps into my bones,
Walkin’ past the memories carved deep in broken stones.
Every step reminds me what I got left to lose—
Still I keep movin’… in these worn out shoes.
Worn out shoes… carried me farther than truth,
Through the hard times, the long nights, and the wreckage of youth.
If these old soles could talk, they’d sing the same worn blues—
Life keeps grindin’ me down… in these worn out shoes.
A man ain’t defined by the shine of his boots—
It’s the miles he’s walked, and the pain he can’t lose.
I ain’t got much, but I’ve paid all my dues—
Still draggin’ these feet… in my worn out shoes.
Yeah the road keeps takin’, and the blues don’t choose—
But I’ll die on my feet… in these worn out shoes.





