I know you're gonna be there I'm gonna put on my new shirt Shine up these old boots I know you're gonna be there, I know you're gonna be there And I'm gonna bring somebody I barely even know And the crazy thing about it is I ain't into her at all I just

Better than my heart But they're still doing better Now these old beer bones Are like a rusty old plow These cigarettes eyes are 'Bout to burn out These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile The soles on my boots have walked their last mile I'm

Without you here I'm upside down Without you here honey I'm a melody Without you here everything's in black and white Living in a world that can't hear sound If these boots could fit a railroad track I'd be gone and never look back If my thumb could flag

These boots I've worn out more souls than I can recount Done more stupid things than most would dare to I've kicked myself more times than not For the roads they led me down But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do Is walkin' out on you. Damn these

'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose These old boots still got a lot of ground They ain't

Just like the scarecrows Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows Just some old plowboys pretending we're cowboys We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys Even when we leave here,

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what

You keep saying You've got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a messing where you shouldn't a been a messing And now someone else is getting all your best These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One

Known to have a little bit of beer with breakfast You can bet these boots have got a little used to Stomping on a hardwood floor And buying the bar another round of shots Close my tab and hit the parking lot I ain't afraid to take too many steps out of