"Snakeskin Boots" lyrics
Miranda Lambert & Ella Langley Lyrics
Once upon another time
When angels roamed Mulholland Drive
Long before she left Los Angeles
Like roses on a black lapel
One by one, they all just fell
Like stars into the hills of Beverly
It's just an illusion
Smoke in the mirror, she'll disappear
Even the losin'
Is a red lip souvenir
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
Snakeskin boots
She's always on the move
In her snakeskin boots
Too cool for California
You fool, let her tug-a-war ya
Feels good but she ain't good for ya (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
It's just an illusion
Smoke in the mirror, she'll disappear
Even the losin'
Is a red lip souvenir
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
Snakeskin boots
She's always on the move
In her snakeskin boots
Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin' (Come on)
Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin' (Come on now, baby)
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds (Diamonds)
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster (Yeah, I'm faster)
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin'
Snakeskin boots (Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin')
She's always on the move (Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin')
In her snakeskin boots (Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin')
When angels roamed Mulholland Drive
Long before she left Los Angeles
Like roses on a black lapel
One by one, they all just fell
Like stars into the hills of Beverly
It's just an illusion
Smoke in the mirror, she'll disappear
Even the losin'
Is a red lip souvenir
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
Snakeskin boots
She's always on the move
In her snakeskin boots
Too cool for California
You fool, let her tug-a-war ya
Feels good but she ain't good for ya (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
It's just an illusion
Smoke in the mirror, she'll disappear
Even the losin'
Is a red lip souvenir
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
Snakeskin boots
She's always on the move
In her snakeskin boots
Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin' (Come on)
Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin' (Come on now, baby)
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds (Diamonds)
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster (Yeah, I'm faster)
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
If the good all die young
She gonna slip the hangman's noose
Stealin' diamonds
In her snakeskin boots
If you ask her
How she shook the devil loose
Boy, I'm faster
In my snakeskin, snakeskin boots
Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin'
Snakeskin boots (Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin')
She's always on the move (Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin')
In her snakeskin boots (Go on, turn that horse around and keep on ridin')
Writer(s): Natalie Hemby, Jesse Frasure, Miranda Lambert, Brendan McLoughlin
