Boots(Didn't we have a good time)

Sitting out on the terrace in my old rocking chair
With the heel of my boots resting high on the table
Somehow I know it’s the last time I’ll wear them
The leathers all faded and marked with age
Each scuff mark, each stain, is a memory I treasure
But their old worn out soles tells me it’s time
To say a last adios to these boots,
They’ve been good friends of mine, and looking back
Boy, oh boy
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time

There’s a stain I remember from a spilt glass of wine
When you kissed me, as we stood, on that old dirt cow path
It marked them forever, never rubbed off
Will they ever forgive me for leavin’em
When I tumbled hard and fell into love
Lost and abandoned, like me, sad and forgotten
I’ll never forget how in the morning,
They looked, there on the floor, under your bed
Boy oh boy,
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time

Boy oh boy,
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time

There’re scuff marks on the heels from hours of driving
My old red Chevy down that long, lonely highway
Crusin' late at night, wind blowin' through my hair,
Me singing out loud, along with your songs
Now the old red Chevy’s long gone, the boots well worn
But the memories are engraved in the leather
Carved like your name forever in
Treasured moments I want to keep safe
Boy oh boy,
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time


The last time I wore them was with my new lace dress
Sashayed out a while and drank a few jars with some friends
Got up to dance, then put on that red Stetson hat
Stood up on the stage and played make believe
That I was a country and western singer
But their old worn out soles tells me it’s time
To say a last adios to these boots
My best friends, boy,didn’t we have a good time
Boy oh boy,
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time


Now for the last time these boots have walked me your way
So along with the boots I’ll keep the memories safe
I’ll wait for a while until the tears dry
Then close the lid on my box of keepsakes
Now as I sit in my old rocking chair
And remember with love the smiles, laughter and songs
Each scuff mark, each stain is something to treasure
But now it’s the time for that last adios
Boy oh boy,
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time




Boy oh boy,
Me and these boots together
Didn’t we have a good time