Boots - The Dead South

Seven long years, I waited for you

You played your games, I played

Mine too

While I wait for you

Courting calls and lots of hurt

Girls are crying and I’m lying in

The dirt

Trying to make this work

I’m a big jerk, fooled by your smirk

Pulled out your gun, shooting me

With words

Right through the head, oh, just

Like I deserve

Throw me to the curb

All them old folks

Gathering round me

Point and laugh, oh, while they

Watch me bleed

I’m starting to believe

This is not a dream

Completely obsene

Bury me, in the cold hard ground

Throw my body in

While I’m lying down

Then you steal my crown

Before you leave me

Lying in the dirt

Take off my boots

And give em to the herd

All them sad words

Beaten and disturbed

Company deserved

Take off my boots

And I will love you