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