New Boots (Pts. 1 & 2)

She gave me an ultimatum She said verbatim, "You've got to change." She was looking for something more Said, "Trade the 4x for a Range." Had the audacity to say she would leave If I didn't change my clothes I said, "I've got to be who I've got to be From my head down to my soles." So I got these new boots Picked me up another couple tattoos And a can in my hand looking half-full I might have to Fire up the band Back on my feet tonight I'll shed some neon light on my All leather size elevens Hand-stitched together with grit and glue And they walk like I talk And they ain't coming off And they're never coming back to you Then I walked out and closed the door And I turned 'round the 4 And I got highway-bound Made a stop in town And I walked right out the store In these new boots Picked me up another couple tattoos And a can in my hand looking half-full I might have to Fire up the band Back on my feet tonight I'll shed some neon light on my All leather size elevens Hand-stitched together with grit and glue And they walk like I talk And they ain't coming off And they're never coming back to you I walked down the road and that's when I pulled A six-string out the case They turned on the lights And that made them shine As soon as I hit the stage New boots Picked me up another couple tattoos And a can in my hand looking half-full I might have to Fire up the joint Back on my feet tonight I'll shed some neon light on my All leather size elevens Hand-stitched together with grit and glue And they walk like I talk And they ain't coming off And they're never coming back to you