A Lot Of Boot Left To Fill
[Verse 1:]
Get ups, Gimics,
One hit wonders that don't stick.
Pretty boys actin' tough,
boy bands, give it up.
And if it looks good on TV,
it'll look good on a CD.
Shape it up, trim it down.
Who gives a damn about how it sounds?
[Chorus:]
I don't think Waylon done' it that way.
And if he was here he'd say:
"Hoss neither did Hank."
I ain't doggin what you're doin'
but boys come on lets get real.
You still got a lot of boot left to fill.
[Verse 2:]
You say you're the real deal,
but you play what, nobody feels.
You sing about Johnny Cash.
The man in black would have whipped your ass!
[Repeat Chorus:]
I don't think Waylon done' it that way.
And if he was here he'd say:
"Hoss neither did Hank."
I ain't doggin what you're doin'
but boys come on lets get real.
You still got a lot of boot left to fill.
[Verse 3:]
So, so long, 'till I see you again.
When you're layin in the bargain bin. Ha.
[Repeat Chorus:]
I don't think Waylon done' it that way.
And if he was here he'd say:
"Hoss neither did Hank."
I ain't doggin what you're doin'
But then again, hell yes I am.
I just don't give a damn
Cause you still got a lot of boot left to fill
I guess we all got a lot of boot left to fill
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