Church Boots

Click-clack, yeah Church boots Yeah, my old truck is my new truck It'll get me A to B and then to you truck My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass Yeah, most folks stay the same here Same town, sundown, drink the same beer And my future looks a lot like my past Nothin' wrong with that Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar And the hole in the wall is my only bar And the jeans with the rip in the knee Are the ones that I wear on Friday night And my T-shirt is my good shirt Makin' money and I party on the same dirt Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew Yeah, my work boots are my church boots Church boots (click-clack) Got the same luck that my dad did And when I'm 80, I'ma probably be the same kid I'm a redneck long haired son of a country song And my first love is my same love And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up And I plan to every mornin' 'til I'm gone Ain't nothin' wrong My old guitar is my new guitar And the hole in the wall is my only bar And the jeans with the rip in the knee Are the ones that I wear on Friday night And my T-shirt is my good shirt Makin' money and I party on the same dirt Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew Yeah, my work boots are my church boots Church boots (click-clack) They're all scuffed up man just like me Tell a little story 'bout my history Little mud on the back and a rip on the side Don't think the good Lord minds My church boots, mmm Are my work boots and my party boots And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach too You get the idea Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar And the hole in the wall is my only bar And the jeans with the rip in the knee Are the ones that I wear on Friday night And my T-shirt is my good shirt Makin' money and I party on the same dirt Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew Yeah, my work boots are my church boots Work boots are my church boots Church boots, yeah, yeah And my T-shirt is my good shirt Makin' money and I party on the same dirt, yeah Mmm-mmm