These Boots

These boots have counted off many a band

Playing one night roadhouse stands

For tips in empty rooms

These boots have stood toe-to-toe

With the biggest baddest Joes

Like they had some things to prove

These boots



These boots more than once saved my ass

Like the time they hid in the grass

From those cops in Tupelo

And these boots have danced with the devil

And nearly lost that battle to Wild Irish Rose



Chorus:

I've wore out more soles then I'd care to count

Done more stupid things than most would dare to

I've kicked myself more times than not

For the roads they led me down

But the damnedest thing I've ever seen 'em do is walkin' out on you



These boots had to see California

And an Arizona morning

Where god paints the sky

And these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne

Though that bull made me a real man

I still drag that leg sometimes



(Repeat Chorus)



Now these boots are one step from the door

They walked out of years before

I can almost see her now

These boots ought kick that door aside

Stomp out my foolish pride

But they just turn around

Damn these boots...Damn these boots

These boots