Going Back to My Boots (Radio Edit)

I've tried living' in the city

Left my country life behind

I tried real hard to fit in

When I crossed the other side

I've gotta say it wasn't easy

Those bright lights and crazy girls

So, I'm packing' up my kit bag

I've had enough of that world

I'm going back to my boots

Getting rid of those lace-up shoes

I'm so tired of three-piece suits

They just give me the blues

I'm goin' back to the farm

Pull that ol' denim shirt back on

My old Stetson with its hillbilly charm

I'm going back to my boots

I like waking up every morning

And smelling fresh clean air

There ain't nothing like a country breeze

Rushing gently through your hair

When you turn on your radio

You don't get blown away

Just give me steel guitars & fiddles

Any time of any day

I'm going back to my boots

Getting' rid of those Italian shoes

I'm so tired of designer suits

They just give me the blues

I'm goin' back to the farm

Pull my ol' denim shirt back on

My ol' Stetson with its hillbilly charm

I'm going back to my boots

By tonight I'll be hitting' those old dirt roads

Boldly going where no city folk go

I'm heading' back to the farm

Pull my old denim shirt back on

My old Stetson with its hillbilly charm

I'm going back to my boots

Back to my boots

I'm going back to my boots