Album Cover Boots

Boots

The Dead South

8

Seven long years

I waited for you

You played your gamesI played mine too

While I wait for you

Courting calls and lots of hurt

Girls are crying and I′m lying in the dirt

Trying to make this work

I'm a big jerk, fooled by your smirk

Pulled out your gun, shooting me with words

Right through the head, oh, just like I deserve

Throw me to the curb

All them old folks

Gathering round me

Point and laugh, oh, white they watch me bleed

I′m starting to believe

This is not a dream

Completely obsence

Burry me, in the cold hard ground

Throw my body in while I'm lying down

Then you steal my crown before you leave me

Lying in the dirt

Take off my boots

And give em to the herd

All them sad words

Beaten and disturbed

Company deserved

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you

Take of my boots

And I will love you