Verse 1
Well I miss the boys ’round here, keep the jukebox slanging
Old Merle Haggard singing, sitting around, drinking
Where Cash is king, add a twenty on eleven
Puts a quarter tank in a half ton chevvy
Well I got out and I spin a hot manners
Since I tuck one on, and did a two step pant’em
On a front nine of an eighteen pack
Three shots down and you’re boy into come back
Chorus
Back to my boots, walking on the edge of the water
You can toss ’em in the back, or you could strut ’em through the holler
Got a chrome stack, driving through the back hills
Rubbing back forty forty, the answers in the sack
Three chords and a truth, coming through the radio static
Six feet, six seven but you know it’s automatic
Like candle nights on, I slap around the corner
Man you know I know what I ought to do
Is to get back to my boots
Verse 2
I got a second sole squared, sole dirt road finish
Underneath the Billy Best on the wall saying
“Don’t worry be happy”
Man, I think I’ll be pretty **** happy right now
Chorus
Back to my boots, walking on the edge of the water
You can toss ’em in the back, or you could strut ’em through the holler
Got a chrome stack, driving through the back hills
Rubbing back forty forty, the answers in the sack
Three chords and a truth, coming through the radio static
Six feet, six seven but you know it’s automatic
Like candle nights on, I slap around the corner
Man you know I know what I ought to do
Is to get back to my boots
Yeah back to my boots
Bridge
Get back to my boots, walking on the edge of the water
You can toss ’em in the back, or you could shroud ’em through the hollow
Got a chrome stuck, driving through the back hills
Travel back forty forty, the answers in the brown paper sack
Chorus
Back to my boots, walking on the edge of the water
You can toss ’em in the back, or you could strut ’em through the holler
Got a chrome stuck, driving through the back hills
Travel back forty forty, the answers in the sack
Three chords and a truth, coming through the radio static
Six feet, six seven but you know it’s automatic
Like candle nights on, I slap around the corner
Man you know I know what I ought do
Is get back to my boots
Yeah back to my boots
You can toss ’em in the back, or you could shroud ’em through the hollow
Yeah back to my boots
