Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Lead Vocals
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Mark Casstevens
Mark Casstevens
Acoustic Guitar
Clayton Ivey
Clayton Ivey
Keyboards
James Stroud
James Stroud
Percussion
John Wesley Ryles
John Wesley Ryles
Background Vocals
Julian King
Julian King
Percussion
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Producer
James Stroud
James Stroud
Producer
John Guess
John Guess
Recording Engineer
Patrick Murphy
Patrick Murphy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julian King
Julian King
Mixing Engineer
Rich Hanson
Rich Hanson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jake Burns
Jake Burns
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer

Texty

I saw her turn her head in a drop-dead gaze She was peekin' 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 lookin' at me, man, she was lookin' 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 every 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 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" Then I handed him my money and he sized me up And 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 every time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard They make a man proud walking through a crowd Whoa, nothin' else can stand beside 'em When I pull 'em on I start singin' a song Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside 'em Let's take a stroll, lookey here And my 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 every time They're the baddest boots on the boulevard I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Look here girl, yeah, they're bad alright
Writer(s): Toby Keith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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