Boots

I got Nikes for the gym, Tevas for the beach

A couple pair of dusties that I'm really tryna keep

But I might as well burn 'em in a fire as high as the moon, yeah

I'm talkin' high-top, flip-flop, pair of camouflage Crocs

Old-school checkered Vans, closed-toed Birkenstock

End of the day, you know I gotta go to my go-tos, yeah

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots

When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose

Whoa, no, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes

Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

She like me better in

Snip toe, square toe, snakeskin

Toffee caiman belly coming up to my shin

Leather on the bottom, lizard on the toe

Old brown goat color of a dirt road

Chocolate Lucchese, full-quill Tecova

Any of those or my daddy's old Ropers

And my baby likes me better in boots

When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose

Whoa, no, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes, yeah

'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

Boots

Boots

Boots

She do, she do, yeah, she do

Never know when my baby wanna go dancing

So you know I always staying prepared

Somewhere in the backseat of my old Chevy

I always got a couple of extra pairs

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots (My, my)

When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose

Whoa, no, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in no Golden Goose

Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in, my-y-y-y baby likes me better in

My-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots, oh