<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=103886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Baddest Boots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her turn her head<br>In a drop-dead gaze<br>She was peekin' out over the top<br>Of those wire-rim shades<br>Now it wasn't my charm<br>And it wasn't my grin<br>That had that little secretary<br>Dialed right in<br>She wasn't lookin' at me, man<br>she was lookin' at my feet<br>Chorus:<br>It's these twenty-two hundred<br>And twenty-five dollar<br>Pair o' handmade genuine fine<br>Horned-back kicks<br>With a seven-row stitch<br>And a three dollar sidewalk shine<br>Yeah they're made to fit<br>and they're hard to find<br>Make a pretty woman look down each time<br>I got the baddest boots on the boulevard<br>Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard<br>They were made by a little man<br>Down in El Paso<br>I was passin' though town<br>Singin' at the rodeo<br>He said 'they cost a little more<br>But for what it's worth<br>There ain't another pair like 'em<br>on god's green earth'<br>Then I handed him my money<br>And he sized me up<br>Chorus<br>I got the baddest boots on the boulevard<br>Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard<br>When I pull 'em on I start singin' a song<br>Make me wanna tuck my britches leg's inside 'em<br>Lets take a stroll<br>Chorus<br>They're the baddest boots on the boulevard<br>Look here girl<br>Yeah, they're bad alright</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Toby Keith - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=103886" data-title="Baddest Boots" data-description="I saw her turn her head In a drop-dead gaze She was peekin' out over the top Of those wire-rim shades Now it wasn't my charm And it wasn't my grin That had that little secretary Dialed right in She wasn't lookin' at me, man she was lookin' at my f..."></div> </div> </div>

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