Church Boots - Thomas Rhett

Yeah, my old truck is my new truck

It’ll get me A to B and then

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

Nothing wrong with that

Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar

And a hole in the wall is my only bar

And the jeans with the rip in the knee

Are the ones I swear on Friday night

And my t-shirt is my good shirt

Making money and a 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

My church boots

Click-clack

Got the same look that my dad did

And I’m eighty I’ma probably be the same kid

I’m a red neck, long-haired son of a country song

And my first love is my same love

And I kiss her every morning when I wake up

And I plan to every morning till I’m gone

Ain’t nothing wrong

My old guitar is my new guitar

And a hole in the wall is my only bar

And the jeans with the rip in the knee

Are the ones I swear on Friday night

And my t-shirt is my good shirt

Making money and a 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

My church boots

Click-clack

They’re all stuffed 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

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 a hole in the wall is my only bar

And the jeans with the rip in the knee

Are the ones I swear on Friday night

And my t-shirt is my good shirt

Making money and a 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

Work boots are my church boots

My church boots

Yeah, yeah

And my t-shirt is my good shirt

Making money and a party on the same dirt, yeah

Mmh-mmh-mmh