She gave me an ultimatum

She said verbatim, you've got to change

She was looking for something more

Said, trade the 4x for a range

Had the audacity to say she would leave

If I didn't change my clothes

I said, I've got to be who I've got to be

From my head down to my soles

So I got these new boots

Picked me up another couple tattoos

And a can in my hand looking half-full

I might have to

Fire up the band

Back on my feet tonight

I'll shed some neon light on my

All leather size elevens

Hand-stitched together with grit and glue

And they walk like I talk

And they ain't coming off

And they're never coming back to you

Then I walked out and closed the door

And I turned 'round the 4x4

And I got highway-bound

Made a stop in town

And I walked right out the store

In these new boots

Picked me up another couple tattoos

And a can in my hand looking half-full

I might have to

Fire up the band

Back on my feet tonight

I'll shed some neon light on my

All leather size elevens

Hand-stitched together with grit and glue

And they walk like I talk

And they ain't coming off

And they're never coming back to you

I walked down the road and that's

When I pulled a six-string out the case

They turned on the lights

And that made them shine

As soon as I hit the stage

New boots

Picked me up another couple tattoos

And a can in my hand looking half-full

I might have to

Fire up the joint

Back on my feet tonight

I'll shed some neon light on my

All leather size elevens

Hand-stitched together with grit and glue

And they walk like I talk

And they ain't coming off

And they're never coming back to you