The Pullmen - Killing Boots Lyrics

I'm gonna treat you good, just like i told your daddy i would
I'm going to take you everywhere, tonight i'll take you to the old country fair
I hope you got your dancing shoes, i'll do my best to stay out of the news
But darling you understand, i keep a pistol inside my waistband

Oh me, oh my, my killing boots are going to make you mine
Yeah, oh me and my killing boots

You can cross me once, don't cross me twice
But if you do than cross your heart and hope to die
I'm a gamblin' man, you can bet on me
But if you don't your odds are getting heavy
I was born without a conscience and no soul to sell
Them good intentions only pave the road to hell
I've done my best, it was never enough
Thats why i keep my killing boots in my truck

Oh me, oh my, my killing boots are going to make you mine
Yeah, oh me and my killing boots

We walked to the stage hand in hand, we fell in time with the old country rag band
And I went to the bar to get us some drinks
That's when I saw that man flash you a wink
I lost my mind like I have always done
I laced up my boots, I cocked my gun
I found them by the carousel
I took their lives, I sent em to hell

Oh me, oh my, my killing boots are going to make you mine
Yeah, oh me and my killing boots