These Boots

These boots have counted off many a band
Playing one night roadhouse stands
For tips in empty rooms
These boots have stood toe-to-toe
with the biggest baddest joes
Like they had some things to prove
These boots

Yeah these boots more than once have saved my ass
Like the time they hid that grass
From those cops in Tupelo
And these boots have danced with the devil
and nearly lost that battle
to a wild-eyed Irish Rose

[Chorus:]
I wore out more soles than I care to count
Done more stupid things than most would dare to
I've kicked myself more times than not
for the roads they led me down
but the damndest thing I've ever seen them do
is walkin' out on you.

These boots had to see California
and an Arizona morning where God paints the sky
And these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
Thought that bull'd make me a real man
I still drag that leg sometimes

[Chorus]

Now these boots are one step from the door
They walked out of years before
I can almost see her now
These boots ought to kick that door aside
Stomp out my foolish pride
But they just turn around
Damn these boots
Damn these boots
These boots

Похожие новости.

Ніченькою Темною

Зірка із неба злетіла, До мене кохання прийшло, Може прийти не хотіло, Але не прийти не змогло. Сонце і місяць в єдине У тобі кохання сплелись, І ніч вже коротше хвилини, У нашій любові лились. Приспів: Ніченькою темною прийду

Precious Memories

Precious memories unseen angels sent from some where to my soul how they linger ever near me and the sacred paths unfold precious memories how they linger how they ever flood my soul in the stillness

Black Country Rock

Pack a pack horse and rest up here on Black Country Rock You never know, you might find it here on Black Country Rock Pack a pack horse and rest up here on Black Country

Виражи

Понять мы не сумели друг-друга С влюблёнными такое бывает И между нами - белая вьюга И от неё - любовь замерзает Уехал ты и не попрощался И грусть в моей душе поселилась А маленькое, хрупкое счастье На

Я Войду…

Отпечатав на загаре стыдливость Падает последняя одежда Мы одни и впервые крадутся прикосновения Нащупывая ток, ток Я войду в тебя и вулканы вновь проснуться И от струй дождей всё вернется к нам двоим в эту июльскую