Bootless in Texas

Bootless in Texas

Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands

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(Verse 1)
I lost my boots in Throckmorton,
At a poker game gone wrong,
That jackalope faked having one good eye.
He played me all night long.
Now I’m walkin’ down the highway,
With bare feet on burnin’ ground,
Tryin’ to make it to Wichita,
Before my luck runs out.

(Chorus)
Bootless in Texas, I’m blistered and beat,
No ride in sight, just rattlesnakes and heat.
The road’s long and lonely, but I won’t back down,
I’ll get to Wichita, if it’s the last town I see.

(Verse 2)
A coyote pack was laughin’,
As I stumbled on that trail,
Said, “We’ll give you a ride, boy,
If you can howl without fail.”
But my voice cracked like tumbleweed,
And they rolled in the dirt with glee,
Left me in the dust, howlin’ louder than me.

(Chorus)
Bootless in Texas, I’m blistered and beat,
No ride in sight, just rattlesnakes and heat.
The road’s long and lonely, but I won’t back down,
I’ll get to Wichita, if it’s the last town I see.

(Bridge)
Outlaw grannies came by on scooters,
With knitting needles in hand,
They circled ‘round like vultures,
Wanted my Skoal as their demand.
I tried to run, but their e-bikes were quick,
So I tossed ‘em the can, feeling slick.
Granny Mae winked and rode away,
I never call ’em but I needed the police.

(Verse 3)
Buzzards circled overhead,
Betting on my fall,
“Three miles left!” I heard ‘em squawk,
But I kept my back up tall.
Hit Snakebite Saloon, parched and dry,
But the barkeep slammed the door,
Said, “No boots, no beer, son,
This ain’t your kinda bar.”

(Chorus)
Bootless in Texas, I’m blistered and beat,
No ride in sight, just rattlesnakes and heat.
The road’s long and lonely, but I won’t back down,
I’ll get to Wichita, if it’s the last town I see.

(Verse 4)
A family in an RV stopped by,
Took a picture of my feet,
“Look, honey, a real-life cowboy,
Barefoot in the Texas heat!”
But they drove off when I winked at their daughter.
Meanwhile I staggered on,
Not even the tourists wanna help me, ‘n’
I guarantee 183 couldn’t be any hotter.

(Chorus)
Bootless in Texas, I’m blistered and beat,
No ride in sight, just rattlesnakes and heat.
The road’s long and lonely, but I won’t back down,
I’ll get to Wichita, if it’s the last town I see.

(Bridge 2)
Through cactus fields and thorny brush,
Each step felt like broken glass,
But I heard Wichita callin’ me,
So I picked up the pace at last.
Made it to the Jackalope’s pawn shop,
But my boots were never found,
They loaned me some bunny slippers,
And said, “Well, wear these around.”

(Final Chorus)
Bootless in Texas, I’m blistered and beat,
But I made it through the rattlesnakes and heat.
The road was long and lonely, but I didn’t back down,
I got to Wichita, but it sure ain’t my kinda town.

(Outro)
So now here I am at the dance hall.
And the reason for all of this, she looks me up and down,
With a grin she says, “Well, cowboy, you got balls to wear bunny ears in here.”
She glances at my belt and hands me a beer,

“You gonna be able to dance in those bunny ears? You better!”

 

Bootless in Texas -- A cowboy wearing a sharp, good-looking cowboy hat on his head and bunny ear house slippers on his feet stands in a Wichita Falls dance hall, talking t2.
Bootless in Texas — A cowboy wearing a sharp, good-looking cowboy hat on his head and bunny ear house slippers on his feet stands in a Wichita Falls dance hall, talking….


Bootless in TexasMusic and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger



Symbolism and Metaphor in “Bootless in Texas”

by Kendale Martin

The song “Bootless in Texas” is filled with vivid metaphors and symbolic imagery that convey the narrator’s resilience, struggle, and the absurdity of life’s unpredictable challenges. Through a comedic yet deeply emotional journey, the lyrics explore the idea of endurance in the face of defeat, using a cowboy’s bootless trek as the central metaphor.

Boots as a Symbol of Identity and Pride

In the first verse, the narrator loses his boots during a poker game in Throckmorton, setting the stage for the entire song. Boots, in this context, are not just practical items of footwear; they symbolize identity, self-worth, and pride. In cowboy culture, boots represent a sense of belonging, ruggedness, and masculinity. Losing them in a poker game suggests the narrator’s sudden vulnerability—his manhood is metaphorically taken away, leaving him “barefoot” in more ways than one. This sets the tone for a journey where the narrator must reclaim his sense of self, even without the physical representation of his boots.

The Journey as a Metaphor for Life’s Trials

The walk from Throckmorton to Wichita Falls, a daunting trek across a harsh Texas landscape, represents the hardships of life. The “bare feet on burnin’ ground” are symbolic of the painful, relentless obstacles the narrator faces, emphasizing the raw, blistering difficulty of the journey. Each step without boots becomes a test of willpower, where the heat, rattlesnakes, and barren landscape serve as external representations of internal struggles.

The rattlesnakes and coyotes along the way stand in for more figurative dangers—people or circumstances that mock, judge, or abandon the narrator in his time of need. The coyote pack laughing at him, offering help only if he can “howl without fail,” shows how society often adds insult to injury, expecting impossible feats from those who are already suffering. The cracked voice of the narrator, like “tumbleweed,” mirrors his sense of desolation, with even nature mocking his plight.

The Absurdity of Outlaw Grannies and Buzzards

The “outlaw grannies on scooters” and buzzards circling overhead introduce an element of absurdity and dark humor, underscoring the bizarre twists life throws at us. The grannies, with knitting needles and e-bikes, act as surreal antagonists, demanding Skoal tobacco as payment, while the buzzards bet on his imminent collapse. These moments, while comedic, highlight how even the most unexpected and trivial forces can add weight to an already burdensome journey. The buzzards, traditionally seen as harbingers of death, become symbols of judgment and ridicule, adding to the pressure to keep moving forward.

The Pawn Shop and Bunny Slippers as Resolution

The culmination of the journey in Wichita Falls—where the narrator ends up in a pawn shop and is offered bunny slippers instead of his boots—provides a powerful metaphor for the often disappointing resolutions we encounter in life. The pawn shop, a place where people trade valuable possessions for cash, symbolizes the exchange of pride for survival. The fact that the narrator ends up with bunny slippers, instead of his rugged cowboy boots, symbolizes how life’s solutions are often ridiculous, ironic, and not at all what we expected.

Yet, the narrator wears these bunny slippers proudly, realizing that it’s not the boots that define him, but the journey itself. The bunny slippers, an absurd but humorous substitute, come to represent the strength to endure humiliation and still stand tall. It’s a playful yet poignant reminder that resilience sometimes comes in the form of embracing the absurdity of our situations.

The Female Figure and Final Resolution

The final moment, where a beautiful woman at the dance hall acknowledges the narrator’s bunny slippers with admiration, provides a satisfying conclusion. Her comment—”Well, cowboy, you got balls to wear bunny ears in here”—shows that courage and self-confidence can transcend appearance. It’s not about the boots (or lack thereof); it’s about the character he’s developed through his trials. This moment is a metaphorical reward for his perseverance. Despite everything, the narrator’s willingness to keep moving forward, to not back down, earns him respect and connection.

Conclusion: Walking Barefoot with Pride

Ultimately, “Bootless in Texas” uses the central metaphor of the bootless journey to symbolize resilience, self-worth, and the humor that comes with embracing life’s challenges. Through rattlesnakes, mocking coyotes, outlaw grandmothers, and buzzard judgment, the narrator’s journey mirrors the absurd and often painful trials we face in life. But in the end, it’s not about the boots—it’s about walking the road, blistered and beat, but never backing down.

 

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