Lyric Baddest Boots

I saw her turn her head
In a drop-dead gaze
She was peekin out over the top
Of those wire-rim shades
Now it wasn t my charm
And it wasn t my grin
That had that little secretary
Dialed right in
She wasn t lookin at me, man
she was lookin at my feet

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It s these twenty-two hundred
And twenty-five dollar
Pair o handmade genuine fine
Horned-back kicks
With a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
Yeah they re made to fit
and they re hard to find
Make a pretty woman look down each time

I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard

They were made by a little man
Down in El Paso
I was passin though town
Singin at the rodeo

He said they cost a little more
But for what it s worth
There ain t another pair like em
on god s green earth
Then I handed him my money
And he sized me up

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I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard
When I pull em on I start singin a song
Make me wanna tuck my britches leg s inside em
Lets take a stroll

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They re the baddest boots on the boulevard

Look here girl
Yeah, they re bad alright