More songs by Thomas Rhett
Description
Producer: Dann Huff
Composer Lyricist, Producer, Additional Engineer: Julian Bunetta
Producer, Mixing Engineer: Micah Tawlks
Recording Engineer: Drew Bollman
Recording Second Engineer: Sean Badum
Additional Engineer, Background Vocalist: Josh Reedy
Additional Engineer: Jeff Gunnell
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Second Engineer: Harrison Tate
Production Coordinator: Mike "Frog" Griffith
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Thomas Rhett
Composer Lyricist: Andrew Haas
Composer Lyricist: John Ryan
Composer Lyricist: Ian Franzino
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two!
Uh-huh.
I got Nikes for the gym, Tevas for the beach, a couple pair of Dusters that I'm really trying to keep.
But might as well burn 'em in a fire as high as the moon, yeah.
I'm talkin' high top, flip-flop, parrot camo, thighs crocs, old school checkered Vans, close-toed Birkenstock.
End of the day, you know I gotta go to my go-tos, yeah.
'Cause my baby likes it better in boots. When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose.
Oh, no, wouldn't be caught dead just steppin' in designer shoes.
'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes 'em better in boots.
She like me better in slip toe, square toe, snake skin, tall for cowboy belly comin' up to my shin.
Leather on the bottom, lizard on the toe, old brown goat, color of a dirt road. Jagged little
Casey, full quilt to cover, any of those or my daddy's old ropers.
My baby likes it better in boots, woo!
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose.
Oh, no, wouldn't be caught dead just steppin' in designer shoes, yeah.
'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes it better in boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots, boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots, boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots, boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots.
She do, she do, yeah, she do. Ow!
'Cause you never know when my baby wanna go dancin', so you know I always stayin' prepared.
Somewhere in the backseat of my old Chevy, I always got a couple of extra pairs.
'Cause my-y-y-y baby like me better in boots, woo!
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, y'all, I can't lose.
Oh, no, wouldn't be caught dead just steppin' in no goody-goos.
'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes it better in, my-y-y-y baby likes it better in, my-y-y-y baby likes it better in boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots. Ow!