Eric Church. Sinners Like Me. These Boots. Zeneszám

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

These boots more than once saved my ass
Like the time they hid in the grass
From those cops in Tupelo
And these boots have danced with the devil
And nearly lost that battle to Wild Irish Rose

Chorus:
I've wore out more soles then I'd 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 damnedest thing I've ever seen 'em 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
Though that bull made me a real man
I still drag that leg sometimes

(Repeat 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 kick that door aside
Stomp out my foolish pride
But they just turn around
Damn these boots...Damn these boots
These boots

(Thanks to Amanda for these lyrics)