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These boots
Counted off many a band
Playing one night road house stands
For tips and 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 hid that grass
From those cops in Tupelo
And these boots
Have danced with the devil
And nearly lost that battle
To wild irish rose
I wore out more soles
Than I care to count
I done more stupid things than most
Would dare to
I kick myself more times than not
For the roads they lead me down
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do
Is walking 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
Thought that bull'd make me a real man
I still drag that leg sometimes
I wore out more soles
Than I care to count
I done more stupid things than most
Would dare to
I kick myself more times than not
For the roads they lead me down
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do
Is walking out on you
These boots
Are one step from the door
They walked out of years before
I can almost see her now
These boots
Oughta kick 'at door aside
Stomp out my foolish pride
But they just turn around
Damn these boots
Damn these boots
These boots
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