In My Boots

its three oclock and its stinkin hot in town,
its been a while and there rollin in from miles around,
the gates at eight, but until then,
ill be catchin up with my old friends,
talkin bout a woman, sippin' queensland diesel down.

take the keys, to the ute,
were lighting up and cuttin loose,
and if i, come undone,
from havin too much fun,
throw me over your shoulder take me home put me to bed in my boots.

the moons hangin like a spotlight over the cane,
its jhonno's round and hes lining up another tray, mm
local bands crankin it up,
too much of this could be a bit too much,
still talkin bout a woman and puttin those bundys away.

take the keys, to the ute,
were lightin up and cuttin loose,
and if i, come undone, from havin too much fun, hey hey
take the keys, to the ute,
were lightin up and cuttin loose,
and if i, come undone, from havin too much fun,

throw me over your shoulder take me home put me to bed in my boots x2



Credits
Writer(s): James Edmonds Blundell, Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Markus Joseph Meier
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