Roxy - Dirty Boots

Woke up with a rumble in my ribcage,
Sun hittin’ my window like it’s throwin’ shade.
Coffee’s on strike, but my heart’s runnin’ wild,
Ain’t been behaved since I was a child.
Mama said, “Girl, you’re a handful of truth,”
But I just grin and lace up my dirty boots.

I got my dirty boots, kickin’ up the dust,
Shimmy through the barroom, raise a little rust.
If you’re lookin’ for trouble, baby, I’m the proof,
A Southern-fried fire in my dirty, dirty boots.

Slide through town with a sway in my walk,
Boys start stutterin’ when they hear me talk.
Lipstick loud as a red Corvette,
Ain’t met a dare that I won’t accept.
Laughin’ like the devil when I cut things loose—
Bless your heart if you follow these dirty boots.

I got my dirty boots, kickin’ up the dust,
Shimmy through the barroom, raise a little rust.
If you’re lookin’ for trouble, baby, I’m the proof,
A Southern-fried fire in my dirty, dirty boots.

These heels seen bar fights, bonfires, backroads,
Danced on heartbreak till the ashes glowed.
Yeah, I fall hard, but I fall with style—
Bootprints runnin’ wild for miles and miles.

Oh, shake that floorboard, feel that groove,
Ain’t nothin’ cleaner than a woman on the move.
Sinner or saint, I’m claimin’ the truth—
I walk tall in my dirty boots.

I got my dirty boots, kickin’ up the dust,
Shimmy through the barroom, raise a little rust.
If you’re lookin’ for trouble, baby, I’m the proof,
A Southern-fried fire in my dirty, dirty boots.

Дата на публикация: 23 януари, 2026
Категория: Музика
Ключови думи: Музика music rock Рок blues БЛУС