These Boots

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

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