Black Boots

Songwriter:
Jonas Scott Cowan
Publisher:
Works From Stillwell International BMI

You're like a heart attack,
you're like a dyin' flu.
Don't you know I've found cure for you.
I don't care baby who you call.
He can have the house, he can have it all.

Let me tell ya baby about myself,
I'm the only one there ain't no one else.
You worry bout some boogieman that's under your bed.
But babe you better worry bout me instead.

I come up out the country down an old dirt road.
Mean old daddy bout a hundred years old.
I learned how to play on top a tombstone,
when the Devil come my way I just cut him to the bone.
Cut him to the bone, and I cut him.

I lick you up like red wine.
I'll make ya feel so good.
even though you ain't mine,
honey I knew you would,
oh, honey I knew that you would.

Well you ain't seen crazy, no you ain't seen mean,
till you've seen me comin' on a full head of steam.
You ain't seen evil no you ain't seen kind,
you've never seen a heart burnin' hot like mine.
Never seen a heart burnin' hot like mine.

I'll lick you up like red wine.
I'll make ya feel so good.
even though you ain't mine,
honey I knew you would,
honey I knew that you would.

Well I've been talkin' to the Lord,
I've been livin' like a king.
I took a little short ride in a long limousine.
Now you're gone and baby it's alright,
I've got my black boots on, I'm goin' out tonight.
I've got my black boots on, I'm goin' out tonight.
I've got my black boots on, goin' out tonight.
I've got my black boots on, honey I knew that you would.