Boys In Boots

Some girls like a boy born and raised in a city
 Yeah, the ones that never heard George Strait or Keith Whitley
 Like a high-rise view and a high-heeled night on the town, mm-mm
 Some girls like the way boys talk in California
 Love that west coast weather, whatever does it for you
 I ain't throwing no shade, but I'll tell you one thing right now, mm-mm
 Girls like me like ridin'
 Roads that keep on windin'
 Gettin' way out where them small town stars are shining
 Speakers with some static
 Faded Wrangler jacket
 Him saying, "Baby," with that raised up round here accent
 Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 I like the way they sound
 When he's walking up the steps of my front porch
 And I like the way he leaves 'em sittin' by the screen door
 That's how I know that he's home and he's all mine
 Oh, he's why
 Girls like me like ridin'
 Roads that keep on windin'
 Gettin' way out where them small town stars are shining
 Speakers with some static
 Faded Wrangler jacket
 Him saying, "Baby," with that raised up round here accent
 Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Oh, oh
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Carhartt on his sleeve
 Killin' me with them green eyes
 Boys like him make girls like me like
 Ridin'
 Roads that keep on windin'
 Gettin' way out where them small town stars are shining
 Speakers with some static
 Faded Wrangler jacket
 Him saying, "Baby," with that raised up round here accent
 Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Girls like me like boys in boots
 Oh, oh
 Girls like me like boys in boots