It was Indiana, a summer day
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and I was three years old
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My momma said go out to play
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well, I did what I was told
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She never saw it comin'
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when I turned the sprinkler on
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She looked up from the dishes
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and right there in the front lawn
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Nothin' but cowboy boots
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sets your spirit free
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That wild wild western birthday suit
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is the remedy for modesty
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It ain't proper, it ain't cool
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but folks remember what you do
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in nothin', whoa nothin', but cowboy boots
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Well all it takes, when you're eighteen
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is your buddy's double dare
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It was eight o'clock on a friday night
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in the middle of Town Square
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Couldn't hear the sirens
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'cause so many people cheered
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When the sheriff showed up,
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I was grinnin' ear to ear
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In nothin' but cowboy boots
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sets your spirit free
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That wild wild western birthday suit
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is the remedy for modesty
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It ain't proper, it ain't cool
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but folks remember what you do
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in nothin', whoa nothin', but cowboy boots
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I came home late tonight
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You just smiled at my surprise
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I see ya comin' down the hall, whoa
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in nothin', whoa
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Nothin' but cowboy boots
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sets your spirit free
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That wild wild western birthday suit
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is the remedy for modesty
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It ain't proper, it ain't cool
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but folks remember what you do
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in nothin', whoa nothin',
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no no nothin', but those cowboy boots
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oh no no nothin', no
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nothin' but those cowboy boots
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Nothin' But Cowboy Boots
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Blue County |