The Dead South - Boots
The Dead South - Boots with tags the dead south, illusion and doubt, boots, bluegrass, bluegrass music, six shooter records, banjo, mandolin, acoustic guitar, music
Lyrics:
Seven long years, I waited for you
You played your games, I 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, while they
Watch me bleed
I'm starting to believe
This is not a dream
Completely obsene
Bury 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 off my boots
And I will love you
