Baddest Boots

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