Capo 3rd fret G These boots C G Counted off many a band C G Playing one night road house stands Em D/F# For tips and empty rooms G These boots C G Have stood toe to toe C G With the biggest baddest joes Em D/F# C Like they had some things to prove G These boots G Yeah, these boots C G More than once saved my ass C G Like the time they hid that grass Em D/F# From those cops in Tupelo G And these boots C G Have danced with the devil C G And nearly lost that battle Em D/F# C To wild irish rose D C G I wore out more soles D/F# G Than I care to count C G I done more stupid things than most D Would dare to D C G I kick myself more times than not D/F# Em For the roads they lead me down C G/B D But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do C Em D C Em D Is walking out on you G These boots C G Had to see California C G And an Arizona morning Em D/F# Where God paints the sky G And these boots C G Had to spur that beast in Cheyenne C G Thought that bull'd make me a real man Em D/F# C I still drag that leg sometimes D C G I wore out more soles D/F# G Than I care to count C G I done more stupid things than most D Would dare to D C G I kick myself more times than not D/F# Em For the roads they lead me down C G/B D But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do C Em D C Em D Is walking out on you G These boots C G Are one step from the door C G They walked out of years before Em D/F# I can almost see her now G These boots C G Oughta kick 'at door aside C G Stomp out my foolish pride Em D But they just turn around C Em D C Em D Damn these boots C Em D Damn these boots C Em D These boots C Em D Repeat until end