Baddest Boots

Intro:  C  D  A (x2)

           A            G         
I saw her turn her head in a drop 
      A
dead gaze
         A                         
She was peakin' out over the top of
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 those wire-rimmed shades
       A
No it wasn't my charm and it wasn't 
my grin
      D
That had that little secretary dive 
right in
            A                 E7  
She wasn't lookin' at me man she 
                 A
was lookin at my feet


(Chorus:)
            D
It's these twenty-two hundred and 
twenty-five dollar
         A
Pair of hand made genuine fine
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D
Hornback kicks with a seven row 
stitch
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And a three dollar sidewalk shine
              A
Yeah they're made to fit and they're
 hard to find
        D                      C
Make a pretty woman look down every 
time
           A       G         
I got the baddest boots on the 
        A
boulevard
          A       G         
Yeah the baddest boots on the 
        A
boulevard


They were made by a little man down 
in El Paso
I was passin' through town singin' 
at the rodeo
He said they cost a little more but 
for what it's worth
There ain't another pair like em on 
God's green earth
And I handed him my money and he 
sized me up


(Chorus)

      C
They make a man proud walking 
through a crowd
      A
Whoa nothin' else can stand beside 
em
     C                     B
When I pull em on I start singin' a 
song
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Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs
 inside em
   G                  A
(let's take a stroll)


Instrumental:  A  G  A (look it 
here) A  E7

(Chorus)