[Lyric] Back To My Boots (Rich Lafleur)

[Verse 1]
Well, I miss the boys 'round here, keep the jukebox slingin'
Old Merle Haggard, singin', sittin' 'round, drinkin'
Where Cash is king, add a twenty on eleven
Puts a quarter tank in a half-ton Chevy
Well, I got out and it's been a hot minute
Since I tied one on and did a two-step in 'em
On the front nine of an eighteen-pack
Three shots down and your boy needs a comeback

[Chorus]
Back to my boots
Walkin' on the edge of the water
You could toss 'em in the back
Or you could strut 'em through the holler
Got a chrome stack, drivin' through the back half
Of a Back Forty, forty ounces in a sack
"Three Chords and The Truth" comin' through the radio static
Six-speed, six-sеven, but you know it's automatic
Like hittin' Daytona, last lap around the cornеr
Man, you know I know what I oughta do
Is get back to my boots
[Verse 2]
I got a Second Sole square-toe dirt-road finish
Underneath the Billy Bass on the wall singin'
"Don't worry, be happy," man, I think I'd be
Pretty damn happy right now

[Chorus]
Yeah, back in my boots
Walkin' on the edge of the water
You could toss 'em in the back
Or you could strut 'em through the holler
Got a chrome stack, drivin' through the back half
Of a Back Forty, forty ounces in a sack
"Three Chords and The Truth" comin' through the radio static
Six-speed, six-seven, but you know it's automatic
Like hittin' Daytona, last lap around the corner
Man, you know I know what I oughta do
Is get back to my boots

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, back to my boots

[Chorus]
Gettin' back to my boots
Go walkin' on the edge of the water
You could toss 'em in the back
Or you could strut 'em through the holler
Got a chrome stack, drivin' through the back half
Of a Back Forty, forty ounces in a brown paper sack
In my boots, walkin' on the edge of the water
You could toss 'em in the back
Or you could strut 'em through the holler
Got a chrome stack, drivin' through the back half
Of a Back Forty, forty ounces in a sack
"Three Chords and The Truth" comin' through the radio static
Six-speed, six-seven, but you know it's automatic
Like hittin' Daytona, last lap around the corner
Man, you know I know what I oughta do
Is get back to my boots
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Get on back to my boots
Hey
Walkin' on the edge of the water
You could toss 'em in the back
Or you could strut 'em through the holler
Gettin' back to my boots