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 feet



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It's these twenty-two hundred

And twenty-five dollar

Pair o' handmade genuine fine

Horned-back kicks

With a seven-row stitch

And a three dollar sidewalk shine

Yeah they're made to fit

and they're hard to find

Make a pretty woman look down each time



I got the baddest boots on the boulevard

Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard



They were made by a little man

Down in El Paso

I was passin' though town

Singin' at the rodeo



He said 'they cost a little more

But for what it's worth

There ain't another pair like 'em

on god's green earth'

Then I handed him my money

And he sized me up



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I got the baddest boots on the boulevard

Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard

When I pull 'em on I start singin' a song

Make me wanna tuck my britches leg's inside 'em

Lets take a stroll



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They're the baddest boots on the boulevard



Look here girl

Yeah, they're bad alright