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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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