paroles de chanson Put A Boot In It - Justin Moore

I heard you moved to Music City from L.A.
Traded your trap beats for a little twang
Tryna make a little money, write some radio country
You said it ain't that hard singin' 'bout a bar
Jukebox, Jack, Jim, and broken hearts
Rhymin' 'round here with cold beer
But your smoke screen is real clear

I ain't buyin' what you're sellin' right now
I'm about to take your brand-new skinny jeans and

Put a boot in it
Make that tele sing when I smooth bend it
Take it on down to the honky-tonk
Like a Haggard song
If you want this ol' boy to listen
You better put a boot in it

We can see your BS from a red dirt mile away
You ain't foolin' no one with your Realtree or your slang
Talkin' like you're one of us
But you're more country club
I'm about to take your country club (one, two, three)

And put a boot in it
And make that tele sing when I smooth bend it
Take it on down to the honky-tonk
Like a Haggard song
If you want this ol' boy to listen
You better put a boot in it

I ain't talkin' 'bout Chelsea's or J's
I'm talkin' 'bout cowhides and rattlesnakes

And put a boot in it
And make that tele sing when I smooth bend it
Take it on down to the honky-tonk
Like a Haggard song
If you want this ol' boy to listen
You better put a boot in it

You better put a boot in it
Better put a boot in it
Mm, put a boot in it

Or I'ma put a boot in it
Straight up in it
Well, put a belt buckle in it too
Cowboy hat while you're at it