Boots - Jessie James Decker

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

People keep on talking, honey, I just smile

They say I’ll never make it but I’ve been here for a while

They don’t ever bring me down, I’m here on solid ground

I’ll never fall, I’m walking tall as long as I’m around

Strutting through the crowd, the music’s blaring loud

Haters can hate but it’s too late, I’m the queen of this town

Come on, tonight

I’m daring you to walk a mile in my boots

Bring it on, just try

I bet you couldn’t even strap 'em up on right

You’ve got your little friends, I hear 'em talking

But talking ain’t the same as walking a mile in my boots

So come on

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Harley, Frye, or cowboy boots, it’s all the same

If you rock 'em with an attitude, you’ll get your way

Got leather studded heels, I’m wearing what I feel

I’m riding fast, ain’t looking back, don’t need a set of wheels

Got my girls, we’re stepping out, don’t try to bring us down

Haters can hate but it’s too late, we’re the queens of this town

Come on, tonight

I’m daring you to walk a mile in my boots

Bring it on, just try

I bet you couldn’t even strap 'em up on right

You’ve got your little friends, I hear 'em talking

But talking ain’t the same as walking a mile in my boots

So come on

I’m little but I’m loud, you’re gonna hear me now

Got my girls, got my boots that were made for walking all over you

Oh, oh, yeah

Stepping through the crowd, the music’s blaring loud

Haters can hate but it’s too late, we’re the queens of this town, yeah

Come on, tonight

I’m daring you to walk a mile in my boots

Bring it on, just try

I bet you couldn’t even strap 'em up on right

Yeah, you’ve got your little friends, I hear 'em talking

But talking ain’t the same as walking a mile in my boots

So come on

Come on, yeah

Instead of looking

Come on

Oh

Come on