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AND HELLFIRE IN OUR BONES
AND I TORE MY FAVORITE FLANNEL
MUDDIED MY OLATHE BOOTS
WE WERE PULLIN' UP OUR SOUTHERN RAISIN'
BY IT'S OKLAHOMA ROOTS

I'VE STUDIED

at the start
With muddied boots
And broken hearts
With deep tattoos
All shaped like scars
I told you I would treat you right
I'd stop the evils of the night
But

my roots
I'm talking about these old boots
Scratched, scuffed, muddied up

From all the hell we've raised
They've played every dive bar
From Alabama

his weapon of war over his head he trudges on
His muddied torn and tattered boots are tied tight and ready for battle

He knows as long as he hasn't

tea
Dusty ball cap, broke in blue jeans
Pair of dirty leather boots that are sittin' on a porch
Some muddied up tires that'll drop it into four

These boots ain't got a clean spot on em
Since you muddied up the truth
And I heard what you did with her 
Now I got dirt on you too 

 
Dirt all over

they not invited
I'll pull up in boots from Nike
Just to spite the suit and tie shit
Nothing personal it's just personally how I carry my persona
Bitches

on my boot, fur burgundy and fig green
Catalytic converter up in the mic booth
Novocain in the lyrics I gotta strike tooth
Never better my business I mind

Suddenly whack
Truck's all good and it's all intact
It's hard to make them bitches run When you're back in Iraq
You got muddied legs, a jacked up A/C
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