Beck

Beck

 Sandwich, Massachusetts, USA
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Lyrics

Cowboy Boots

Written By: Rebecca Kmiec

Well I was raised out by the beach
Where I would watch the bonfires burn
I may not play guitar,
But that ain't nothin’ I can't learn
And it sure is a shame
That I don't have them southern roots,
But that don't mean I don't wear cowboy boots

So I’m tradin’ in my car
For an old red Chevy truck
I've been up on that horse
Now it's time to ride a buck
So I'll lay out all my cards
And maybe write a song or two
I'll find my way in my cowboy boots

Well you can find me at the country fest
Each and every year
Up here we drink our wine,
But you know I still like my beer
So I'm giving you my best
And there ain't nothin I won't try
I'll scuff up these boots til’ the mud goes dry

So I'm tradin’ in my car
For an old red Chevy truck
I've been up on that horse
Now it's time to ride a buck
And they may shoot me down
And you know I don't give a hoot
I'll stomp them to the ground in my cowboy boots

So I'm findin’ my way outta here
And I hope that you'll agree
Cause there's no place else I'd rather be
Than Nashville, Tennessee

So I've traded in my car
For an old red Chevy truck
I got off that old horse
And climbed up on that buck
And now I'm up on stage
Singin’ this song to you
I found my way in my cowboy boots