Boots On

Man, I've been workin too hard

Ten hour days and I'm tired

Damn this knuckle busted',

back breakin', no paying job

Know where I'm goin from here

Hot headed women, cold beer

Kick up my heels for a little while

and do it country style

In my dirty 'ole hat

with my crooked little grin

Granny beaded neck

and these calloused hands

And a muddy pair of jeans

with that copenhagen ring

No need to change a thing, hey y'all

I'm going out with my boots on

How I keep catching her eye

Man, I keep wondering why

Ain't nothing special 'bout

an "awe shucks" country boy

Lord, she's sure lookin' good

Like something from Hollywood

She got me thinkin' that I just might

leave here with her tonight

'Cause I am who I am and that's

the man I'm gonna be, yeah

And when the Lord comes callin',

well, he ain't gonna have

to holler, y'all

There'll be no trouble finding me

With my boots on

He's gonna take me home

Lord, with my boots on