Baddest Boots
Intro: C D A (x2)
A G A
I saw her turn her head in a drop dead gaze
A E7
She was peakin' out over the top of those wire-rimmed shades
A
No it wasn't my charm and it wasn't my grin
D
That had that little secretary dive right in
A E7 A
She wasn't lookin' at me man she was lookin at my feet
(Chorus:)
D
It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar
A
Pair of hand made genuine fine
D
Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch
E7
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
A
Yeah they're made to fit and they're hard to find
D C
Make a pretty woman look down every time
A G A
I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
A G A
Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard
They were made by a little man down in El Paso
I was passin' through town singin' at the rodeo
He said they cost a little more but for what it's worth
There ain't another pair like em on God's green earth
And I handed him my money and he sized me up
(Chorus)
C
They make a man proud walking through a crowd
A
Whoa nothin' else can stand beside em
C B
When I pull em on I start singin' a song
E7
Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside em
G A
(let's take a stroll)
Instrumental: A G A (look it here) A E7
(Chorus)