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shit
Fulla doubt, where is the hope
Drive by shootings down the road

Do what you're told, that's gettin' old
Light up a smoke and there I go

Hey, do

the heart grow fonder?
And now I wander these streets, and I'm hungry for fam
I love my momma but I'm still gonna need a bond with a man
An exercise in daily

Take off your boots,
Leave 'em there on the floor,
And hand that old hat on the hook by the door.
Leave the horses and cattle,
And the ranch far

Motoring on like heaven is fallin'
Lay to rest, wake to find my boots aren't by your bed
And you said it best "you gotta laugh to cry"
But everybody must get

was there boots on the ground I didn't see nothing
They took the lotus flower, poisoned it and damaged it
We rollercoastered, the emotional baggage is

Addressed to resident
But still time to read it
Light joke talking
Like we tight rope walking
A long jaunt 'hind us
The strong want pined us
What once was

the door

Sitting by the stereo
With cranberry boots up to your knees
Your freckled shoulders sway
Oh you can take that Hi-Fi if you please

Oh no no
I don't

guiding light

You came alive listened to your heart, and ran that dreams run
That dog looks at you adoringly, your skin's been touched by sun
Your friends

Redenck Money
Made by the hardworking
Hands who build this country
4th generation proud of our roots
Wear'n Greasy old caps and worn out boots
Ooooooo

the crop top black boots with the fur
So cold when she stare into my eyes it kind of hurts
See through her soul and there's not much left
Mask on behind it

the lights on weekend nights
Thats when We come out to play
Hopin you can get an 8 second sit
While that bull is buckin away
With your boots chaps and cowboy

Broken street lamps hang deflated
All thrashed limp by the tides,
It's all cast in amber
Relics, from when the lights went out.

We stand

to rust
Black clouds in the sky
Light an ink stain spreadin wide

Sunday morning paper where they spelt his last name wrong
Survived by bums and bachelors

from the guys tryin' to pick you up
Betcha every boy you meet just falls in love
Yeah, betcha

Those eyes would light up this whole town
Those boots

stomp you with my boots on
Sense a jit
I knew you was a lame
Clout kid do whatever for fame
Underdog in the background runnin game
Mikey Rotten rollin by

I rolled up to the bar at quarter past five Had a rough week, need to feel alive
The band's tuning up and the lights are low Got my boots on, ready

Wet silver boots
I've been forgiven for all my crimes I'm the Bad Man On The News
OOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOO
I'm pretty tight with the president he's coming by

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by some dinosaurs
Caught your embrace, a life vest I've waited so long for
I kept on floating
And then at night, we cast warm light and ladybirds,

Cadillac
Stetson boots and a black felt hat
I'll be waiting for him to take me by the hand

We're gonna dance like we've never danced
I've been waiting for

Snow boots sitting by the door
The snow keeps falling more and more
It's that time of year
The holidays are near
Children waiting patiently
For all

The Wires' cut
The pipes are blown'
I melt my boots
And stumble home
Just stuck in this
Ole' time zone
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to go
I look to the sky

Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car 
Listen to the Beatles singing back in the USSR 
Yeah she's goin' around

Getting yelled at by our neighbors
Always late to class
And asking you for favors
Can I borrow your dress
And boots and jeans and hair ties
I just wanna