Song writing :Logan Tucker

City nights, traffic lights, stupid little smart cars
Stop and go, overflow, stressing out my country
Had a five dollar coffee, ain’t my cup of tea
I’m stuck in these shoes, but I’d rather be.

Back to my boots, meeting mama at the front door
Sweet tea sipping kicking back on the back porch
Saying amen, bless the fried chicken
Home sweet home, is where I’m getting
Back to my boots, meeting up with some old friends
Little two-step that dance sauce calling
After party party, tailgate kissing
It’s so simple life, is what I’ve been missing
Fresh air, no cares, I swear I’m long overdue
Back to my boots.

Parking lot was a spot drinking round the truck bed
Getting caught by the cops pouring out the beer cans
Daddy found out I didn’t have a prayer
We laugh about it now, when I go back there.

Back to my boots, meeting mama at the front door
Sweet tea sipping kicking back on the back porch
Saying amen, bless the fried chicken
Home sweet home, is where I’m getting
Back to my boots, meeting up with some old friends
Little two-step that dance sauce calling
After party party, tailgate kissing
It’s so simple life, is what I’ve been missing
Fresh air, no cares, I swear I’m long overdue
Getting back to my boots.

I put a lot of rambling miles on this gipsy soul
But it’s like I never left everytime I go.

Back to my boots, meeting mama at the front door
Sweet tea sipping kicking back on the back porch
Saying amen, bless the fried chicken
Home sweet home, is where I’m getting
Back to my boots, meeting up with some old friends
Little two-step that dance sauce calling
After party party, tailgate kissing
It’s so simple life, is what I’ve been missing
Fresh air, no cares, I swear I’m long overdue
Fresh air, no cares, I swear I’m long overdue
Getting back to my boots
Getting back to my boots
My old stomping grounds
Back to my boots.