Lyrics Boots - Thomas Rhett

A-one, two
Uh, oh

I got Nikes for the gym, Tevas for the beach
A couple pair of dusties that I'm really tryna keep
I might as well burn 'em in a fire as high as the moon, yeah
I'm talkin' high-top, flip-flop, pair of camouflage Crocs
Old-school checkered Vans, closed-toed Birkenstock
End of the day, you know I gotta go to my go-tos, yeah

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose, whoa
No, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes
Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

She like me better in snip toe, square toe, snakeskin
Toffee caiman belly comin' up to my shin
Leather on the bottom, lizard on the toe
Old, brown goat color of a dirt road
Chocolate Lucchese, full-quill Tecova
Any of those or my daddy's old Ropers

And my baby likes me better in boots, whoo
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose, whoa
No, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes, yeah
'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

Boots
Boots
Boots
She do, she do, yeah, she do (ow)

Never know when my baby wanna go dancin'
So you know I always stay prepared
Somewhere in the backseat of my old Chevy
I always got a couple of extra pairs

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots, whoo (my, my)
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose, whoa
No, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in no Golden Goose
Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in, my-y-y-y baby likes me better in
My-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots, oh