quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' Power-U, have you gaspin' for your oxygen Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps Cowboy boots
me with the evil seed of doubt You can't tell me what my life could be about 'Less you've walked in these gypsy boots of mine These gypsy boots,
the backseat Marshall Tucker cranking on the CD Never could sing [Incomprehensible] He's a hick, just like me Hey country, fresh off the farm Hey country, look at that cowboy
you'll fuck If I was smart I'd run fast (Out of this town) Sometimes I want to shout and scream (Fuck L.A.) Traded your Doc Martens in exchange for cowboy boots
and think about how much money I make I dont have a greasy toupe or walk around with hair thats fake dont have pearls, or cars or furs only cowboy boots
boot And she said, "Divers do it deeper Pilots do it higher Bricklayers always make it Just a little bit stronger Doctors do it cleaner Bikers do it meaner Cowboys
I know why and I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor Is drier than the Texas sand You can put up your dukes or you can bet your boots
this way You're just outside the buckin' shoot Lose a spur you lose your seat and you lose yourself By now he's buckin' mean and dirty Slingin' mud and cowboy boots
Slim lined sheik faced angel of the night Riding like a cowboys in the graveyard of the night New York witch in the dungeon of the day I'm trying to write
Ooh, snakeskin cowboys Who the hell you think you are You?re dancin? around with your high-heeled boots Don?t think that should get you far Just hangin
dance floor At that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe She was atomic without a doubt That cowgirl shirt she wore contained a lot of fallout He was a cowboy, was
up If you gonna work a farm you gotta learn to drive a truck Honey, back that thing up Yeah, yeah, right back here You ain't lookin' too at home in them cowboy boots
man No stress on the brain, we runnin' this game All you haters get served like all derves Homie we pimpers, me and my shorty rock his and hers I might buy some cowboy boots
I'm puttin' on my favorite cowboy boots Like a crazy bull rider comin' out of the chute I'm ready for some dancin', maybe too much beer Little bare-back
like us: blue jeans, boots and big ol' trucks. Yes ma'am and thankyou that's what we do. I'm proud to be country, now how 'bout you? Put on your cowboy
I love her kisses Man I can't get enough Kinda like chicken and biscuits She can rock them high heel shoes But she'd rather where cowboy boots Cut
got the king of raisin hell Put on the deep thinner 250 with the big black truck With the ten inch lift Hopped out in New York, big city of dreams With my cowboy boots
myself about this Did you do it out of malice Did you fall or were you kissed Could you ask your friend in the cowboy jacket And those boots up to his