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Baddest Boots Lyrics |
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 I saw her turn her head In a drop-dead gaze She was peekin` out over the top Of those wire-rim shades Now it wasn`t my charm And it wasn`t my grin That had that little secretary Dialed right in She wasn`t lookin` at me, man she was lookin` at my feet [Chorus:] It`s these twenty-two hundred And twenty-five dollar Pair o` handmade genuine fine Horned-back kicks With a seven-row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah they`re made to fit and they`re hard to find Make a pretty woman look down each time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard They were made by a little man Down in El Paso I was passin` though town Singin` at the rodeo He said `they cost a little more But for what it`s worth There ain`t another pair like `em on god`s green earth` Then I handed him my money And he sized me up [Chorus] I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard When I pull `em on I start singin` a song Make me wanna tuck my britches leg`s inside `em Lets take a stroll [Chorus] They`re the baddest boots on the boulevard Look here girl Yeah, they`re bad alright |
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