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GThese boots
C GCounted off many a band
C GPlaying one night road house stands
Em D/F#For tips and empty rooms
GThese boots
C GHave stood toe to toe
C GWith the biggest baddest joes
Em D/F# CLike they had some things to prove
GThese boots
GYeah, these boots
C GMore than once saved my ass
C GLike the time they hid that grass
Em D/F#From those cops in Tupelo
GAnd these boots
C GHave danced with the devil
C GAnd nearly lost that battle
Em D/F# CTo wild irish rose
D C GI wore out more soles
D/F# GThan I care to count
C GI done more stupid things than most
DWould dare to
D C GI kick myself more times than not
D/F# EmFor the roads they lead me down
C G/B DBut the damnedest thing I've ever seen them Do
C Em D C Em DIs walking out on you
GThese boots
C GHad to see California
C GAnd an Arizona morning
Em D/F#Where God paints the sky
GAnd these boots
C GHad to spur that beast in Cheyenne
C GThought that bull'd make me a real man
Em D/F# CI still drag that leg sometimes
D C GI wore out more soles
D/F# GThan I care to count
C GI done more stupid things than most
DWould dare to
D C GI kick myself more times than not
D/F# EmFor the roads they lead me down
C G/B DBut the damnedest thing I've ever seen them Do
C Em D C Em DIs walking out on you
GThese boots
C GAre one step from the door
C GThey walked out of years before
Em D/F#I can almost see her now
GThese boots
C GOughta kick 'at door aside
C GStomp out my foolish pride
Em DBut they just turn around
C Em D
C Em DDamn these boots
C Em DDamn these boots
C Em DThese boots
C Em D Repeat until end
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