Baddest Boots - Toby Keith

I saw her turn her head

In a drop-dead gaze

She was peeking 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 looking at me, man

She was looking 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 each 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 passing though town

Singing at the rodeo

He said they cost a little more

But for what it’s worth

There ain’t another pair like them

On God’s green earth

Then I handed him my money

And he sized me up

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 each time

I got the baddest boots on the boulevard

Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard

I got the baddest boots on the boulevard

Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard

When I pull them on I start singing a song

Make me want to tuck my britches leg’s inside them

Let’s take a stroll

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 each time

I got the baddest boots on the boulevard

Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard

They’re the baddest boots on the boulevard

Look here girl

Yeah, they’re bad alright