These boots have counted off many a band,
Playin' one night roadhouse stands,
For tips an' empty rooms.
These boots have stood toe-to-toe.
With the biggest, baddest Joes,
Like they had some things to prove:
These boots.
Yeah, these boots, more than once saved my ass.
Like the time they had that grass,
From those cops in Tupelo.
An' these boots have danced with the devil,
An' nearly lost that battle,
An' to a wild Irish rose.
I've wore out more soles than I'd care to count,
An' done more stupid things than most with them too.
I've kicked myself more times than not,
For the roads they led me down,
But the damndest thing I've ever seen 'em do,
Is walkin' out on you.
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These boots had to see California,
And an Arizona mornin',
Where God paints the sky.
An' these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne,
'Cause that bull'd make me a real man,
I stiull drag that leg sometimes.
I've wore out more soles than I'd care to count,
I've done more stupid things than most with them too.
I've kicked myself more times than not,
For the roads they led me down,
But the damndest thing I've ever seen 'em do,
Is walkin' out on you.
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Now these boots are one step from the door,
They walked out of years before:
I can almost see her now.
These boots oughta kick that door aside,
Stomp out my foolish pride,
But they just turned an' ran:
Damn these boots.
Damn these boots.
These boots.
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compositores: ERIC CHURCH, MICHAEL HEENEY
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