BREAKING IN THESE BOOTS

It was hotter than Lower Alabama when your cold goodbye hit me

Had me stuck in the mud for a minute, now I'm getting back on my feet

In these fresh Lucchese's man, they ain't seen hell or heartbreak yet

Racing up and down, turning this town a moving-on shade of red

Now ever since you left

I got more punch in the pedal

Kicking up dust till two

Spilling last-call liquor on the leather

I'm breaking in these boots, got

More stomp on the hardwood

Ever since you said we're through

I ain't broken hearted, I'm just getting started

I'm breaking in these boots

Breaking in these boots, c'mon

They look pretty damn good walking through any old honky-tonk door

They look even better when they're kicked off on a pretty girl's bedroom floor

I'm better off without you, these feet, they won't sit still

Running and a gunning, burning with a hundred horses underneath these heels

I've got more punch in the pedal

Kicking up dust till two

Spilling last-call liquor on the leather

I'm breaking in these boots, got

More stomp on the hardwood

Ever since you said we're through

I ain't broken hearted, I'm just getting started

I'm breaking in these boots

Breaking in these boots

Yeah

These boots ain't made for walking

They're for stomping through this town

And I ain't slowing down

I've got more punch in the pedal

Kicking up dust till two

Spilling last-call liquor on the leather

I'm breaking in these boots, got

More stomp on the hardwood

Ever since you said we're through

I ain't broken hearted, I'm just getting started

I'm breaking in these boots

Breaking in these boots

I'm breaking in these boots, ooh