Randy Houser - Boots On Lyrics
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Boots On
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What Are The Lyrics For Boots On By Randy Houser?
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 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 '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 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 With my boots on He's gonna take me home Lord, with my boots on |
Who Wrote Boots On By Randy Houser?
Brandon Kinney, Randy Houser
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What's The Duration Of The Boots On By Randy Houser?The duration of Boots On is 2:51 minutes and seconds. |
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