Lainey Wilson - Those Boots (Deddy’s Song): chords

 F#
Mama kept a mat there by the door
    D#m7
So Deddy could kick 'em off and let the mud dry
on the porch
      B
They wouldn't stay there long before I had 'em
inside on
        G#m
Going clickety clack and scratching up mama's floor
      F#
Next morning he'd say Lainey bring 'em here
          D#m7
And I'd drag 'em from my room straight to his chair
      B
He'd put 'em on his feet, they'd always bunch up his
jeans
        G#m                        C#
Well I made it my job to pull 'em back over the top

Chorus:
          F#                              C#/F
Of those boots, they walk right with the Lord
                                D#m7
Those boots would only drive a Ford
                                       B
Those boots made a damn good living, spun my mama
       C#
all around the kitchen
       F#                          C#/F
Those boots will never go out of style
                                 D#m7
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
                            B
I pray everyday, one day I will
               C#
Find a man to fill
       F#
Those boots

        F#
Yeah, twenty years and a couple re soles later
          D#m7
He still makes the time for a combine ride with
mama on them forty acres
     B
And he's sure made it hard to find that kind of
heart
               G#m
The kind that holds it all together
     C#
With all that love and leather

Chorus:
          F#                              C#/F
Of those boots, they walk right with the Lord
                                D#m7
Those boots would only drive a Ford
                                       B
Those boots made a damn good living, spun my mama
       C#
all around the kitchen
       F#                          C#/F
Those boots will never go out of style
                                 D#m7
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
                            B
I pray everyday, one day I will
               C#
Find a man to fill
       D#m7
Those boots

                        C#
Those beat up ole size tens
                            B
They ain't nothing without him
                                 F#
But man, when he steps in those boots

Chorus:
                                      C#/F
Those boots they walk right with the Lord
                                D#m7
Those boots would only drive a Ford
                                       B
Those boots made a damn good living, spun my mama
      C#
all around the kitchen
       F#                          C#/F
Those boots will never go out of style
                                 D#m7
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
                            B
I pray everyday, one day I will
               C#
Find a man to fill
       F#
Those boots
       F#
Those boots