Baddest Boots

[Intro: ]C D A (x2) A G A I saw her turn her head in a drop dead gaze A E7 She was peakin' out over the top of 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 A She wasn't lookin' at me man she was lookin at my feet (Chorus:) D It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar A Pair of hand made genuine fine D Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch E7 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 A I got the baddest boots on the boulevard A G A Yeah the baddest boots on the 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 E7 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)