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Thomas Rhett

Church Boots

 

Church Boots

(album: Where We Started - 2022)


Click-clack, yeah
Church boots

Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothing wrong with that

Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Making money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Click-clack

Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm eighty, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck, long-haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every morning when I wake up
And I plan to every morning 'til I'm gone
Ain't nothing wrong

My old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Making money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Click-clack

They're all scuffed up, man, just like me
Tell a little story 'bout my history
Little mud on the back and a rip on the side
Don't think the good Lord minds
My church boots, mm
Are my work boots and my party boots
And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach too, you get the idea

Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Making money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Yeah, yeah (Click-clack)

Yeah, my T-shirt is my good shirt
Making money and I party on the same dirt, yeah
Mm-mm

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