Boots
The Dead South
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Verse 1: Seven long years, I waited for you You played your games, I played Mine too While I wait for you Courting calls and lots of hurt Girls are crying and I'm lying in The dirt Trying to make this work I'm a big jerk, fooled by your smirk Verse 2: Pulled out your gun, shooting me With words Right through the head, oh, just Like I deserve Throw me to the curb All them old folks Gathering round me Point and laugh, oh, while they Watch me bleed I'm starting to believe This is not a dream Completely obsene Verse 3: Bury me, in the cold hard ground Throw my body in While I'm lying down Then you steal my crown Before you leave me Lying in the dirt Take off my boots And give em to the herd All them sad words Beaten and disturbed Company deserved
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Written by: COLTON CRAIG CRAWFORD, DANIEL J KENYON, NATHANIEL WILLIAM HILTS, SCOTT MATTHEW PRINGLE
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