Capo 3rd fret
G
These boots
C G
Counted off many a band
C G
Playing one night road house stands
Em D/F#
For tips and empty rooms
G
These boots
C G
Have stood toe to toe
C G
With the biggest baddest joes
Em D/F# C
Like they had some things to prove
G
These boots
G
Yeah, these boots
C G
More than once saved my ass
C G
Like the time they hid that grass
Em D/F#
From those cops in Tupelo
G
And these boots
C G
Have danced with the devil
C G
And nearly lost that battle
Em D/F# C
To wild irish rose
D C G
I wore out more soles
D/F# G
Than I care to count
C G
I done more stupid things than most
D
Would dare to
D C G
I kick myself more times than not
D/F# Em
For the roads they lead me down
C G/B D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do
C Em D C Em D
Is walking out on you
G
These boots
C G
Had to see California
C G
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And an Arizona morning
Em D/F#
Where God paints the sky
G
And these boots
C G
Had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
C G
Thought that bull'd make me a real man
Em D/F# C
I still drag that leg sometimes
D C G
I wore out more soles
D/F# G
Than I care to count
C G
I done more stupid things than most
D
Would dare to
D C G
I kick myself more times than not
D/F# Em
For the roads they lead me down
C G/B D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do
C Em D C Em D
Is walking out on you
G
These boots
C G
Are one step from the door
C G
They walked out of years before
Em D/F#
I can almost see her now
G
These boots
C G
Oughta kick 'at door aside
C G
Stomp out my foolish pride
Em D
But they just turn around
C Em D
C Em D
Damn these boots
C Em D
Damn these boots
C Em D
These boots
C Em D Repeat until end
