Boot Scootin' Blues

[Verse] Well, it started down in Nashville, on a Monday afternoon, My boots were brand new, shinin' under the moon. By Friday, I noticed, folks givin' me the eye, I looked down at my feet, oh Lord, I wanted to cry. [Chorus] Got the boot scootin' blues, from my shoes to my toes, A smell that's stronger than a rodeo's woes. Can't dance at the barn, can't hang with my crew, 'Cause my wretched ol' feet are making cows moo. [Verse 2] I tried all the powders, the sprays and the soap, But that stench was stickin' tighter than a hangman's rope. My girl said "Honey, I think I need some space," I knew my rancid toes had cost me her embrace. [Chorus] Got the boot scootin' blues, from my shoes to my toes, A smell that's stronger than a rodeo's woes. Can't dance at the barn, can't hang with my crew, 'Cause my wretched ol' feet are making cows moo. [Verse 3] Went to see the doctor, 'bout my odorized sin, He said "Son, I'm afraid you need a brand new skin." So I soaked 'em in vinegar and wrapped 'em in sage, But that awful, funky odor, it refused to disengage. [Chorus] Got the boot scootin' blues, from my shoes to my toes, A smell that's stronger than a rodeo's woes. Can't dance at the barn, can't hang with my crew, 'Cause my wretched ol' feet are making cows moo.