| These boots have counted off many a band
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| Playing one night roadhouse stands
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| For tips in empty rooms
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| These boots have stood toe-to-toe
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| With the biggest baddest Joes
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| Like they had some things to prove
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| These boots
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| Yeah these boots more than once have saved my ass
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| Like the time they hid that grass
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| From those cops in Tupelo
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| From those cops in Tupelo
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| And these boots have danced with the devil
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| And nearly lost that battle
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| To a Wild Irish Rose
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| I wore out more soles than I care to count
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| Done more stupid things than most would dare to
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| I’ve kicked myself more times than not
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| For the roads they led me down
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| But the damndest thing I’ve ever seen them do
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| Is walkin' out on you
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| These boots had to see California
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| And an Arizona morning where God paints the sky
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| And these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
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| Thought that bull’d make me a real man
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| I still drag that leg sometimes
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| I wore out more soles than I care to count
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| Done more stupid things than most would dare to
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| I’ve kicked myself more times than not
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| For the roads they led me down
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| But the damndest thing I’ve ever seen them do
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| Is walkin' out on you
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| Now these boots are one step from the door
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| They walked out of years before
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| I can almost see her now
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| These boots ought to kick that door aside
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| Stomp out my foolish pride
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| But they just turn around
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| Damn these boots
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| Damn these boots
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| These boots |