Breakin’ In Boots Lyrics by Matt Stell
Don’t ask her on a straight tequila night
Man, she loves that song, that sums her up about right
Try your hand, tip the band, and that girl just might
Let you pull her close underneath those neon lights
She’ll wreck more than Friday night
Don’t think that she doesn’t ’cause she knows what she’s doin’
She’ll burn you like the bourbon in the bottle she’s shootin’
She’s a cowboy killer, that’s the cold-hard truth
You can try to love her, but she’ll leave your heart breakin’ in boots
You think you’re the one to hold her and come out alive
Well, I bet the snakeskin on your soles
Your heart will pay the price
You can see it in her eyes
Don’t think that she doesn’t ’cause she knows what she’s doin’
She’ll burn you like the bourbon in the bottle she’s shootin’
She’s a cowboy killer, that’s the cold-hard truth
You can try to love her, but she’ll leave your heart breakin’ in boots
Heart breakin’ in boots
She’ll lean in like she means it
She’ll let you pull her close
And then she’ll leave you lonely
Don’t ask me how I know
Don’t think that she doesn’t ’cause she knows what she’s doin’
She’ll burn you like the bourbon in the bottle she’s shootin’
She’s a cowboy killer, that’s the cold-hard truth
You can try to love her, you can try to love her
Don’t think that she doesn’t ’cause she knows what she’s doin’
She’ll burn you like the bourbon in the bottle she’s shootin’
She’s a cowboy killer, that’s the cold-hard truth
You can try to love her, but she’ll leave your heart breakin’ in boots
Heart breakin’ in boots
