Click-clack, yeah
Church boots
Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothin' wrong with that
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (yeah yeah) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Click-clack (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm eighty, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck, long-haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up
And I plan to every mornin' 'til I'm gone
Ain't nothin' wrong
My old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (yeah yeah) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Click-clack (woo hoo hoo hoo)
They're all scuffed up, man, just like me
Tell a little story 'bout my history
Little mud on the back and a rip on the side
Don't think the good Lord minds
My church boots, mm
Are my work boots and my party boots
And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach too, you get the idea
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt (makin' that money on the same dirt)
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Yeah, yeah (click-clack) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Yeah, my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt, yeah
Mm-mm-mm
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Performed By: Thomas Rhett
From Album: Where We Started
Written by: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Smith, Jesse Frasure, Thomas Rhett Akins
Thomas Rhett - Church Boots Lyrics
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Click-clack, yeah
Church boots
Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothin' wrong with that
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (yeah yeah) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Click-clack (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm eighty, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck, long-haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up
And I plan to every mornin' 'til I'm gone
Ain't nothin' wrong
My old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (yeah yeah) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Click-clack (woo hoo hoo hoo)
They're all scuffed up, man, just like me
Tell a little story 'bout my history
Little mud on the back and a rip on the side
Don't think the good Lord minds
My church boots, mm
Are my work boots and my party boots
And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach too, you get the idea
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt (makin' that money on the same dirt)
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Yeah, yeah (click-clack) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Yeah, my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt, yeah
Mm-mm-mm
Church boots
Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothin' wrong with that
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (yeah yeah) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Click-clack (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm eighty, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck, long-haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up
And I plan to every mornin' 'til I'm gone
Ain't nothin' wrong
My old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (yeah yeah) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Click-clack (woo hoo hoo hoo)
They're all scuffed up, man, just like me
Tell a little story 'bout my history
Little mud on the back and a rip on the side
Don't think the good Lord minds
My church boots, mm
Are my work boots and my party boots
And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach too, you get the idea
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt (makin' that money on the same dirt)
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Work boots are my church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
My church boots (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Yeah, yeah (click-clack) (woo hoo hoo hoo)
Yeah, my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt, yeah
Mm-mm-mm
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Smith, Jesse Frasure, Thomas Rhett Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
