Boys In Boots

Some girls like a boy born and raised in a city Yeah, the ones that never heard George Strait or Keith Whitley Like a high-rise view and a high-heeled night on the town, mm-mm Some girls like the way boys talk in California Love that west coast weather, whatever does it for you I ain't throwing no shade, but I'll tell you one thing right now, mm-mm Girls like me like ridin' Roads that keep on windin' Gettin' way out where them small town stars are shining Speakers with some static Faded Wrangler jacket Him saying, "Baby," with that raised up round here accent Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots Girls like me like boys in boots Girls like me like boys in boots I like the way they sound When he's walking up the steps of my front porch And I like the way he leaves 'em sittin' by the screen door That's how I know that he's home and he's all mine Oh, he's why Girls like me like ridin' Roads that keep on windin' Gettin' way out where them small town stars are shining Speakers with some static Faded Wrangler jacket Him saying, "Baby," with that raised up round here accent Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots Girls like me like boys in boots Oh, oh Girls like me like boys in boots Carhartt on his sleeve Killin' me with them green eyes Boys like him make girls like me like Ridin' Roads that keep on windin' Gettin' way out where them small town stars are shining Speakers with some static Faded Wrangler jacket Him saying, "Baby," with that raised up round here accent Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots Girls like me like boys in boots Girls like me like boys in boots Girls like me like boys in boots Girls like me like boys in boots Oh, oh Girls like me like boys in boots