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Boots chords

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                        Boots - Mark Mallman
Tabbed by:Hanoihancock
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBe)

Dm: xx0213  C: x32010  G: 320003 

[Verse 1]
Dm          Dm                   C                      C                            Dm
      I'm a traveling salesman I travel for my job I've been across America from the bottom to the top
Dm                         C               C                       Dm
Thursday it's Detroit, and Friday Chicago, Saturday in St Paul and Sunday in Fargo

[Chorus 1]
   G                                          Dm  
My boots are of leather they are black at the seams
       G                                 Dm 
And we travel together sometimes in blue jeans

[Verse 2]
     Dm                     C                                  C                             Dm
From New York to London and everywhere that I've been should I die and get to heaven I'll be wearin' them then
         Dm                 C                        C                          Dm
Should I live to be 100 and can't walk at all I will leave my boots on for they make me feel tall

[Chorus 2]
      G                                Dm
I'm a lover of leisure and all of it's fruits 
         G                            Dm
I'm like Julius Ceasar in dirty black boots 

[Verse 3]
Dm                  C                      C                         Dm
Bartender bartender where for art thou?  I laid down beside her in a Tennessee town
  Dm                             C                           C                           Dm
I felt her flesh on me there was innocence missin' there was pressure and friction there wasn't much kissin'

[Chorus 3]
G                                     Dm 
Lately I find myself only thinking of her
     G                               Dm 
Like Tennessee whiskey so golden and pure
     G                                     Dm 
As I roll through moonlight like a nomadic rogue
   G                                               Dm 
On account of mixed emotions and on account of the road
   C                                                   Dm 
My skin is made for pleasure, but my boots are made of leather


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