Eric Church - These Boots, аккорды

Capo 3rd fret

    
G
    
These boots
     
C
       
G
Counted off many a band
     
C
              
G
Playing one night road house stands
   
Em
         
D/F#
For tips and empty rooms

    
G
These boots
   
C
        
G
Have stood toe to toe
      
C
          
G
With the biggest baddest joes
       
Em
           
D/F#
  
C
Like they had some things to prove
    
G
These boots
        
G
Yeah, these boots
       
C
         
G
More than once saved my ass
      
C
            
G
Like the time they hid that grass
       
Em
       
D/F#
From those cops in Tupelo

       
G
And these boots
   
C
          
G
Have danced with the devil
   
C
           
G
And nearly lost that battle
  
Em
      
D/F#
  
C
To wild irish rose

D
    
C
     
G
I wore out more soles
     
D/F#
   
G
Than I care to count
        
C
            
G
I done more stupid things than most
       
D
Would dare to

 
D
    
C
              
G
     
I kick myself more times than not
     
D/F#
          
Em
For the roads they lead me down
     
C
              
G/B
        
D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them Do
            
C
  
Em
 
D
 
C
 
Em
 
D
Is walking out on you

    
G
These boots
     
C
     
G
Had to see California
     
C
     
G
And an Arizona morning
    
Em
         
D/F#
Where God paints the sky

       
G
And these boots
     
C
            
G
Had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
         
C
           
G
Thought that bull'd make me a real man
 
Em
         
D/F#
   
C
I still drag that leg sometimes

D
    
C
     
G
I wore out more soles
     
D/F#
   
G
Than I care to count
        
C
            
G
I done more stupid things than most
       
D
Would dare to

 
D
    
C
              
G
     
I kick myself more times than not
     
D/F#
          
Em
For the roads they lead me down
     
C
              
G/B
        
D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them Do
            
C
  
Em
 
D
 
C
 
Em
 
D
Is walking out on you

    
G
These boots
     
C
         
G
Are one step from the door
        
C
          
G
They walked out of years before
    
Em
         
D/F#
I can almost see her now

    
G
These boots
     
C
         
G
Oughta kick 'at door aside
    
C
         
G
Stomp out my foolish pride
   
Em
         
D
But they just turn around

C
 
Em
 
D
       
       
C
 
Em
 
D
Damn these boots
       
C
 
Em
 
D
Damn these boots
    
C
 
Em
 
D
 
These boots

Outro: 
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