"Boots On Bars" lyrics

Yeah, baby

Hellraiser, tailgater, college football celebrator
Stanley Cup, fill it up, trailblazer, kick it up dust
Tattooed Fiction, her addiction
Showing off what most keep hidden
Long legs, leather boots, crop top tans showing through

She really comes alive every single weekend
She's daddy's little girl, but someday she's a preacher
Two Hail Marys forgive her sins
Come Friday night, she does it again
Showing off that sunburned skin
Let me drop with the sugar raps

She wears boots on bars
The way she shakes that thing it's really turning me on
She wears boots on bars
She used to be an angel
But she wears boots on bars (boots on bars)
Boots on bars (boots on bars)

Rebel chick from the sticks
Still likes Biggie and Tupac shit
Whiskey River shot ripper
Damn, this girl could hold her liquor
Ride or die lives her life
Renegade bloodshot eyes
Fisher hunter, Hank lover
Earn hard cheese-burning rubber

She's the kind of girl you don't bring home to mama
'Cause you can't see all the crazy that she offers
Two Hail Mary's forgive her sins
Come Friday night, she does it again
Showing off that sunburned skin
Let me drop with the sugar round

She wears boots on bars
The way she shakes that thing it's really turning me on
She wears boots on bars
She used to be an angel
But she wears boots on bars (boots on bars)
Boots on bars (boots on bars)

Her daddy's little girl, always home for preaching
She wakes up every day waiting for the weekend
So she can let out just a little bit of demon

She wears boots on bars
The way she shakes that thing it's really turning me on
She wears boots on bars
She used to be an angel
But she wears boots on bars (boots on bars)
Boots on bars (boots on bars)

She wears boots on the house (boots on bars)
Boots on bars (boots on bars)
She wears boots on the house (boots on bars)