All Boots

Me and my girls at our usual spot
Sippin' bourbon, just chillin' at the bar
When a boy walks in with that cheesy ass grin
And we know that he's tryin' too hard

He said, ladies, let me buy y'all a shot
And he's flashin' that shiny black card
But he looks like a clown from the hat straight down to his boots
So I told him straight up

I see you got yourself a little bit of Denim
Went and bought a brand-new buckle just to fit in
Well, where I come from, you gotta win it
You're all boots, no cowboy

You got a great big hat you never slept in
Bet there's a hard day's work you didn't finish
If you ain't got it by now, you never get it
You're all boots, no cowboy

I need a Marlboro Man with some big rough hands
And an old Dodge Ram in the driveway
Got charm like Southern, he's a real good lover
And he takes me to town every Friday

I need the real thing (tough but a gentleman)
Real twang (got it from the Southland)
You can't hang (ladies, let them know)
You're all boots, no cowboy

I need the real thing (tough but a gentleman)
Real twang (got it from the Southland)
You can't hang (ladies, let them know)
You're all boots, no cowboy

But this didn't go down how you thought (hell no)
In the city, yeah, they think you're so hot
Well, bless your heart comin' round
These parts of the country can't be bought

I see you got yourself a little bit of Denim
Went and bought a brand-new buckle just to fit in
Well, where I come from, you gotta win it
You're all boots, no cowboy

You got a great big hat you never slept in
Bet there's a hard day's work you didn't finish
If you ain't got it by now, you never get it
You're all boots, no cowboy

I need a Marlboro man with some big rough hands
And an old Dodge Ram in the driveway
Got charm like Southern, he's a real good lover
And he takes me to town every Friday

I need the real thing (tough but a gentleman)
Real twang (got it from the Southland)
You can't hang (ladies, let them know)
You're all boots, no cowboy

I need the real thing (tough but a gentleman)
Real twang (got it from the Southland)
You can't hang (ladies, let them know)
You're all boots, no cowboy

I need the real thing (tough but a gentleman)
Real twang (got it from the Southland)
You can't hang (ladies, let them know)
You're all boots, no cowboy



Credits
Writer(s): Mckay Stevens, Cecelia Frey, Chase Stockman, Joseph Henderson
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