Intro:       (x2) I saw her turn her head in a drop dead gaze She was peakin’ out over the top of those wire-rimmed shades No it wasn’t my charm and it wasn’t my grin That had that little secretary dive right in She wasn’t lookin’ at me man she was lookin at my feet (Chorus:) It’s these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar Pair of hand made genuine fine Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah they’re made to fit and they’re hard to find Make a pretty woman look down every time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard They were made by a little man down in El Paso I was passin’ through town singin’ at the rodeo         He said they cost a little more but for what it’s worth There ain’t another pair like em on God’s green earth And I handed him my money and he sized me up        (Chorus) They make a man proud walking through a crowd Whoa nothin’ else can stand beside em When I pull em on I start singin’ a song Make me wanna tuck my britches’ legs inside em (let’s take a stroll) Instrumental:       (look it here)    (Chorus)