| Song | Baddest Boots |
| Artist | Toby Keith |
| Album | Shock 'N Y'all |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Keith | |
| 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 | |
| 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 every time | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| El PasoI was passin' through town, singin' at the rodeo | |
| He said, "They cost a little more but for what it's worthThere ain't another pair like 'em on God's green earth" | |
| Then I handed him my money and he sized me up | |
| And 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 every time | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| They make a man proud walking through a crowd | |
| Whoa, nothin' else can stand beside 'em | |
| When I pull 'em on | |
| I start singin' a song | |
| Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside 'em | |
| Let's take a stroll, lookey here | |
| And my 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 every time | |
| They're the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Look here girl, yeah, they're bad alright |
| zuo ci : Keith | |
| I saw her turn her head in a dropdead gaze | |
| She was peekin' out over the top of those wirerim 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 | |
| It' s these twentytwo hundred | |
| And twentyfive dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine | |
| Hornedback kicks with a sevenrow 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 every time | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| El PasoI was passin' through town, singin' at the rodeo | |
| He said, " They cost a little more but for what it' s worthThere ain' t another pair like ' em on God' s green earth" | |
| Then I handed him my money and he sized me up | |
| And these twentytwo hundred | |
| And twentyfive dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine | |
| Hornedback kicks with a sevenrow 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 every time | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| They make a man proud walking through a crowd | |
| Whoa, nothin' else can stand beside ' em | |
| When I pull ' em on | |
| I start singin' a song | |
| Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside ' em | |
| Let' s take a stroll, lookey here | |
| And my twentytwo hundred | |
| And twentyfive dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine | |
| Hornedback kicks with a sevenrow 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 every time | |
| They' re the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Look here girl, yeah, they' re bad alright |
| zuò cí : Keith | |
| I saw her turn her head in a dropdead gaze | |
| She was peekin' out over the top of those wirerim 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 | |
| It' s these twentytwo hundred | |
| And twentyfive dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine | |
| Hornedback kicks with a sevenrow 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 every time | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| El PasoI was passin' through town, singin' at the rodeo | |
| He said, " They cost a little more but for what it' s worthThere ain' t another pair like ' em on God' s green earth" | |
| Then I handed him my money and he sized me up | |
| And these twentytwo hundred | |
| And twentyfive dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine | |
| Hornedback kicks with a sevenrow 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 every time | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| They make a man proud walking through a crowd | |
| Whoa, nothin' else can stand beside ' em | |
| When I pull ' em on | |
| I start singin' a song | |
| Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside ' em | |
| Let' s take a stroll, lookey here | |
| And my twentytwo hundred | |
| And twentyfive dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine | |
| Hornedback kicks with a sevenrow 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 every time | |
| They' re the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| I got the baddest boots on the boulevard | |
| Look here girl, yeah, they' re bad alright |