Capo 3rd fret 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 Repeat until end