Hey Boots

I learned early not to follow
No millionarie, no preacher's son, no rebel coming off the run
It don't matter what they offer
A diamond ring - the finest green
A fairytale built just for me

But some of 'em, they don't like it how I know where I'm going
Oh, and nothin' has me walkin' on more sure
Let 'em say

Hey, boots, where you going to?
Out there on your own, but what you really trying to prove?
Hey, boots, can't make you own rules
C'mon, slow it down, and won't you let me show you

Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots

Oh, they must be gettin' tired
Trying to slow and steady me, trying to steer who I should be
Gotta say I admire
How determined they can be, foolin' themselves so pitifully

Some of 'em, they don't like it how I know where I'm going
Oh, and nothin' has me walkin' on more sure
Let 'em say

Hey, boots, where you going to?
Out there on your own, but what you really trying to prove?
Hey, boots, can't make you own rules
C'mon, slow it down, and won't you let me show you

Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots

Let 'em say

Hey, boots, where you going to?
Out there on your own, but what you really trying to prove?
Hey, boots, can't make you own rules
C'mon, slow it down, and won't you let me show you

Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots

Let 'em say

Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na
Hey, boots, na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, boots

Let 'em say



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Leon, Merci Raines
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