It was hotter than Lower Alabama when your cold goodbye hit me
Had me stuck in the mud for a minute, now I'm getting back on my feet
In these fresh Lucchese's man, they ain't seen hell or heartbreak yet
Racing up and down, turning this town a moving-on shade of red
Now ever since you left
I got more punch in the pedal
Kicking up dust till two
Spilling last-call liquor on the leather
I'm breaking in these boots, got
More stomp on the hardwood
Ever since you said we're through
I ain't broken hearted, I'm just getting started
I'm breaking in these boots
Breaking in these boots, c'mon
They look pretty damn good walking through any old honky-tonk door
They look even better when they're kicked off on a pretty girl's bedroom floor
I'm better off without you, these feet, they won't sit still
Running and a gunning, burning with a hundred horses underneath these heels
I've got more punch in the pedal
Kicking up dust till two
Spilling last-call liquor on the leather
I'm breaking in these boots, got
More stomp on the hardwood
Ever since you said we're through
I ain't broken hearted, I'm just getting started
I'm breaking in these boots
Breaking in these boots
Yeah
These boots ain't made for walking
They're for stomping through this town
And I ain't slowing down
I've got more punch in the pedal
Kicking up dust till two
Spilling last-call liquor on the leather
I'm breaking in these boots, got
More stomp on the hardwood
Ever since you said we're through
I ain't broken hearted, I'm just getting started
I'm breaking in these boots
Breaking in these boots
I'm breaking in these boots, ooh
