These boots have counted off many a band Playing one night roadhouse stands For tips in empty rooms These boots have stood toe-to-toe With the biggest baddest Joes Like they had some things to prove These boots
Yeah these boots more than once have saved my ass Like the time they hid that grass From those cops in Tupelo And these boots have danced with the devil And nearly lost that battle To a wild-eyed Irish Rose
[Chorus] I've worn out more souls than I can recount Done more stupid things than most would dare to I've kicked myself more times than not For the roads they led me down But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do Is walkin' out on you.
These boots had to see California And an Arizona morning where God paints the sky And these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne Thought that bull'd make me a real man I still drag that leg sometimes
Now these boots are one step from the door They walked out of years before I can almost see her now These boots ought to kick that door aside Stomp out my foolish pride But they just turn around Damn these boots Damn these boots These boots