Baddest Boots

Intro:  C  D  A (x2)

           A            G               A
I saw her turn her head in a drop dead gaze
         A                                             E7
She was peakin' out over the top of those wire-rimmed shades
       A
No it wasn't my charm and it wasn't my grin
      D
That had that little secretary dive right in
            A                 E7                   A
She wasn't lookin' at me man she was lookin at my feet


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            D
It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar
         A
Pair of hand made genuine fine
D
Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch
       E7
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
              A
Yeah they're made to fit and they're hard to find
        D                      C
Make a pretty woman look down every time
           A       G                 A
I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
          A       G                 A
Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard


They were made by a little man down in El Paso
I was passin' through 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
And I handed him my money and he sized me up


(Chorus)

      C
They make a man proud walking through a crowd
      A
Whoa nothin' else can stand beside em
     C                     B
When I pull em on I start singin' a song
        E7
Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside em
   G                  A
(let's take a stroll)


Instrumental:  A  G  A (look it here) A  E7

(Chorus)