Boots Off Songtext
von Jon Pardi

She′s got a Friday-night fever, and she's ready to roll
I got a pocket full of cash, ready to blow
One shot, two step, slip out that back door
Then we′ll take it on home for a whole lot more

'Cause we drank our last drink, danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We′ll be loving ′til the sun comes up
When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can′t get my boots off quick enough

Now it's pedal-to-the-metal, Driver, get us to the house
I wanna do what she′s back here talking about
One step, two step through the front door
This old cowboy hat's gonna hit the floor


′Cause we drank our last drink, danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving ′til the sun comes up
When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone

No, I can′t get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
She starts turnin′ me on and turnin' it up
No, I can′t get my boots off quick enough
Hold on

'Cause we drank our last drink, danced our last dance
There′s a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up
When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone

No, I can′t get my boots off quick enough
No, I can′t get my boots off quick enough
She starts turnin' me on and turnin′ it up
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough