Boots

Lyrics by：Julian Bunetta/Thomas Rhett/Andrew Haas/John Ryan

Composed by：Julian Bunetta/Thomas Rhett/Andrew Haas/John Ryan

Produced by：Dann Huff/Julian Bunetta/Micah Tawlks

I got Nikes for the gym Tevas for the beach

A couple pair of dusties that I'm really tryna keep

I might as well burn 'em in a fire as high as the moon yeah

I'm talkin' high-top flip-flop pair of camouflage Crocs

Old-school checkered Vans closed-toed Birkenstock

End of the day you know I gotta go to my go-tos yeah

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots

When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim ya'll I can't lose

Whoa no wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes

Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

She like me better in

Snip toe square toe snakeskin

Toffee caiman belly coming up to my shin

Leather on the bottom lizard on the toe

Old brown goat color of a dirt road

Chocolate Lucchese full-quill Tecova

Any of those or my daddy's old Ropers

And my baby likes me better in boots

When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim ya'll I can't lose

Whoa no wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes

'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

Boots

Boots

Boots

She do she do yeah she do

Never know when my baby wanna go dancing

So you know I always staying prepared

Somewhere in the backseat of my old Chevy

I always got a couple of extra pairs

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots

My my

When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim ya'll I can't lose

Whoa no wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in no Golden Goose

Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in

My-y-y-y baby likes me better in

My-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots oh