boots

Don't sing in church
Cuz that's what all the little girls do
Don't cross your legs and shake his hand
Cuz that's the kinda thing that'll make you
More of the guy that people like
Or at least more of what you like
But I don't wanna sing along
To your old cowboy song

With these boots
Maybe I could be anything
That you want me to
I could finally man up inside your truck
But I won't be anything but myself
No, I won't put my feelings up on your shelf
So I don't really care about the kind of man I am to you
No, I won't put on your boots

They tell me I should cut my own hair
And maybe talk a little lower
She's a really nice girl
So I should go get to know her
They tell me if I spent
Every Sunday watching football games
Maybe I coulda turned out a little less gay
Yeah, I said it
And I meant it
Do you hear me or do you still think that

With these boots
Maybe I could be anything
That you want me to
I could finally man up inside your truck
But I won't be anything but myself
No, I won't put my feelings up on your shelf
So I don't really care about the kind of man I am to you
No, I won't put on your boots
No, I won't put on your boots
Woah

(I don't care, no I don't care who I am to you
I got my own pair, got my own pair of boots)

I'm a Bible in the back
Good smoke on the dash
Good time if I wanna
Call home to my mama
I'm my own kind of cowboy
Got my own pair of boots

But you think that with your boots
Baby I could do anything
Only a man could do
I could finally man up inside your truck
But I won't be anything but myself
No, I won't put my feelings up on your shelf
So I don't really care about the kind of man I am to you
I got my own pair of boots

No
No, I won't put on your boots, yeah
No