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Baddest Boots - The Hit Co.
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
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
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
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
