These Boots Chords

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Capo 3rd fret

      G      
These boots
        C          G
Counted off many a band
        C                    G
Playing one night road house stands
    Em             D/F#
For tips and empty rooms

      G
These boots
     C            G
Have stood toe to toe
         C               G
With the biggest baddest joes
          Em                 D/F#   C
Like they had some things to prove
      G
These boots
            G
Yeah, these boots
          C             G
More than once saved my ass
         C                  G
Like the time they hid that grass
           Em          D/F#
From those cops in Tupelo

          G
And these boots
     C               G
Have danced with the devil
    C                G
And nearly lost that battle
   Em         D/F#   C
To wild irish rose


D      C        G
I wore out more soles
       D/F#    G
Than I care to count
            C                  G
I done more stupid things than most
           D
Would dare to

  D      C                    G        
I kick myself more times than not
        D/F#               Em
For the roads they lead me down
        C                    G/B            D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do
                  C   Em  D  C  Em  D
Is walking out on you

      G
These boots
       C       G
Had to see California
       C       G
And an Arizona morning
      Em             D/F#
Where God paints the sky

          G
And these boots
       C                  G
Had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
             C                G
Thought that bull'd make me a real man
  Em              D/F#    C
I still drag that leg sometimes


D      C        G
I wore out more soles
       D/F#    G
Than I care to count
            C                  G
I done more stupid things than most
           D
Would dare to

  D      C                    G        
I kick myself more times than not
        D/F#               Em
For the roads they lead me down
        C                    G/B            D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do
                  C   Em  D  C  Em  D
Is walking out on you

      G
These boots
        C             G
Are one step from the door
            C               G
They walked out of years before
      Em             D/F#
I can almost see her now

      G
These boots
       C              G
Oughta kick 'at door aside
      C              G
Stomp out my foolish pride
    Em              D
But they just turn around

C Em D
          
           C  Em  D
Damn these boots
           C  Em  D
Damn these boots
      C  Em  D 
These boots

C  Em D  Repeat until end