FRED JORDAN'S BOOTS
(Colum Sands)

There are monuments raised to men of the sword
Who conquered on many's a shore
But to read of their deeds and the flags they have planted
I don't stop to look anymore
For no roots grow on flagpoles nor flowers upon flags
And they all fade away before long
So I'm singing tonight for a labouring man
Who planted a garden of song

CHORUS
And it's one step and two we're following you
Down by the banks where the primroses grew
One step and two we're following you
The songs you once carried now carrying you

It's a right step from Auckland to Fred Jordan's house
Ten thousand miles, maybe more
But here as we sip by the volcano's lip
The memories pour in by the score
There's a black-and-white photograph up on the wall
Says Roger, "I’ll show you some more"
And back in he comes with the heart of this song
The boots that Fred Jordan wore.

CHORUS

These boots they were made for a labouring man
A man who could carry a song
From the fields around Ludlow to many's the stage
These boots carried Fred Jordan on
And when time overtook him he sensed the last verse
But his song wasn't ready to end
And Roger, he knew as he gave them to you
Saying kick out these boots, my old friend.

CHORUS

And here in this house where the volcanoes sleep
There are places and spaces to dream
A song for the morning, a drink for the night
And stories for times in between
There's food on the table a fire on the hearth
And a welcome for those on the roam
In Takarunga this night I know in my heart
That Fred Jordan's boots are at home

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FRED JORDAN'S BOOTS
(Colum Sands)

There are (C)monuments (G)raised to (G7)men of the (Am)sword
Who (C)conquered on many's a (G)shore
But to (C)read of their (G)deeds and the (G7)flags they have (Am)planted
I (C)don't stop to (G)look any(C)more
For no (Gm)roots grow on flagpoles nor (F)flowers upon flags
And they (C)all fade away before (G)long
So I'm (C)singing to(G)night for a (C)labouring (F)man
Who (C)planted a (G)garden of (C)song

CHORUS
And it's (C)one step and (G)two we're (G7)following (Am)you
(C)Down by the banks where the (F)primroses (G)grew
(C)One step and (G)two we're (G7)following (Am)you - Am
The (C)songs you once (G)carried now (G7)carrying (C)you -C-G-G7-C

It's a (C)right step from (G)Auckland to (G7)Fred Jordan's (Am)house
(C)Ten thousand miles, maybe (G)more
But (C)here as we (G)sip by the (G7)volcano's (Am)lip
The (C)memories (G)pour in by the (C)score
There's a (Gm)black-and-white photograph (F)up on the wall
Says (C)Roger, "I’ll show you some (G)more"
And (C)back in he (G)comes with the (C)heart of this (F)song
The (C)boots that (G)Fred Jordan (C)wore.

CHORUS

These (C)boots they were (G)made for a (G7)labouring (Am)man
A (C)man who could carry a (G)song
From the (C)fields around (G)Ludlow to (G7)many's the (Am)stage
These (C)boots carried (G)Fred Jordan (C)on
And when (Gm)time overtook him he (F)sensed the last verse
But his (C)song wasn't ready to (G)end
And (C)Roger, he (G)knew as he (C)gave them to (F)you
Saying (C)kick out these (G)boots, my old (C)friend.

CHORUS

And (C)here in this (G)house where the (G7)volcanoes (Am)sleep
There are p(C)laces and spaces to (G)dream
A (C)song for the (G)morning, a (G7)drink for the (Am)night
And (C)stories for (G)times in bet(C)ween
There's (Gm)food on the table a (F)fire on the hearth
And a (C)welcome for those on the (G)roam
In Taka(C)runga this (G)night I (C)know in my (F)heart
That (C)Fred Jordan's (G)boots are at (C)home

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