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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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