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

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

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