G These bootsC G Counted off many a bandC G Playing one night road house standsEm D/F# For tips and empty roomsG These bootsC G Have stood toe to toeC G With the biggest baddest joesEm D/F# C Like they had some things to proveG These bootsG Yeah, these bootsC G More than once saved my assC G Like the time they hid that grassEm D/F# From those cops in TupeloG And these bootsC G Have danced with the devilC G And nearly lost that battleEm D/F# C To wild irish roseD C G I wore out more solesD/F# G Than I care to countC G I done more stupid things than mostD Would dare toD C G I kick myself more times than notD/F# Em For the roads they lead me downC G/B D But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them doC Em D C Em D Is walking out on youG These bootsC G Had to see CaliforniaC G And an Arizona morningEm D/F# Where God paints the skyG And these bootsC G Had to spur that beast in CheyenneC G Thought that bull'd make me a real manEm D/F# C I still drag that leg sometimesD C G I wore out more solesD/F# G Than I care to countC G I done more stupid things than mostD Would dare toD C G I kick myself more times than notD/F# Em For the roads they lead me downC G/B D But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them doC Em D C Em D Is walking out on youG These bootsC G Are one step from the doorC G They walked out of years beforeEm D/F# I can almost see her nowG These bootsC G Oughta kick 'at door asideC G Stomp out my foolish prideEm D But they just turn aroundC Em DC Em D Damn these bootsC Em D Damn these bootsC Em D These boots
These Boots
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