"Boots Up" lyrics
Outskirts working on some Reposado
Red dirt parked under my Silverado
You turned my hat around, asked what I'm thinking 'bout
Said everything about Y-O-U
You whispered, "Tell me, baby, what's your favorite?"
I laughed and asked, "Is this the game we're playing?"
How in the world, girl, am I supposed to choose?
You make it damn hard to do
Baby, when you kick them boots up
On the dash of my new truck
Hotter than the sun in Tuscaloosa
What's a country boy to do?
Lord, He took His time on you
From them long leg Luccheses to your belt-buckle hips
To your blonde waves waving in that West Texas wind
Baby, I love everything about you from your boots up
From your boots up
You leaned back and rolled them baby blues about it
Said, "That was smooth, but don't you dance around it"
Girl if I could, I would pick one I swear
But damn, you just ain't playing fair
Baby, when you kick them boots up
On the dash of my new truck
Hotter than the sun in Tuscaloosa
What's a country boy to do?
Lord, He took His time on you
From them long leg Luccheses to your belt-buckle hips
To your blonde waves waving in that West Texas wind
Baby, I love everything about you from your boots up
From your boots up
How in the world, girl, am I supposed to choose?
It's one hell of a heavenly view
Baby, when you kick them boots up
On the dash of my new truck
Hotter than the sun in Tuscaloosa
What's a country boy to do?
Lord, He took His time on you
From them long leg Luccheses to your belt-buckle hips
To your blonde waves waving in that West Texas wind
Baby, I love everything about you from your boots up
From your boots up
Red dirt parked under my Silverado
You turned my hat around, asked what I'm thinking 'bout
Said everything about Y-O-U
You whispered, "Tell me, baby, what's your favorite?"
I laughed and asked, "Is this the game we're playing?"
How in the world, girl, am I supposed to choose?
You make it damn hard to do
Baby, when you kick them boots up
On the dash of my new truck
Hotter than the sun in Tuscaloosa
What's a country boy to do?
Lord, He took His time on you
From them long leg Luccheses to your belt-buckle hips
To your blonde waves waving in that West Texas wind
Baby, I love everything about you from your boots up
From your boots up
You leaned back and rolled them baby blues about it
Said, "That was smooth, but don't you dance around it"
Girl if I could, I would pick one I swear
But damn, you just ain't playing fair
Baby, when you kick them boots up
On the dash of my new truck
Hotter than the sun in Tuscaloosa
What's a country boy to do?
Lord, He took His time on you
From them long leg Luccheses to your belt-buckle hips
To your blonde waves waving in that West Texas wind
Baby, I love everything about you from your boots up
From your boots up
How in the world, girl, am I supposed to choose?
It's one hell of a heavenly view
Baby, when you kick them boots up
On the dash of my new truck
Hotter than the sun in Tuscaloosa
What's a country boy to do?
Lord, He took His time on you
From them long leg Luccheses to your belt-buckle hips
To your blonde waves waving in that West Texas wind
Baby, I love everything about you from your boots up
From your boots up
