I saw her turn her head
In a drop-dead gaze
She was peekin` out over the top
Of those wire-rim shades
Now it wasn`t my charm
And it wasn`t my grin
That had that little secretary
Dialed right in
She wasn`t lookin` at me, man
she was lookin` at my feet
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It`s these twenty-two hundred
And twenty-five dollar
Pair o` handmade genuine fine
Horned-back kicks
With a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
Yeah they`re made to fit
and they`re hard to find
Make a pretty woman look down each time
I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard
They were made by a little man
Down in El Paso
I was passin` though town
Singin` at the rodeo
He said `they cost a little more
But for what it`s worth
There ain`t another pair like `em
on god`s green earth`
Then I handed him my money
And he sized me up
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I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard
When I pull `em on I start singin` a song
Make me wanna tuck my britches leg`s inside `em
Lets take a stroll
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They`re the baddest boots on the boulevard
Look here girl
Yeah, they`re bad alright
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