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It was Indiana
A summer day an' I was three years old
My Momma said, 'Go out to play'
Well, I did what I was told
She never saw it comin'
When I turned the sprinkler on
She looked up from the dishes
An' right there in the front lawn

Nothin' but cowboy boots sets your spirit free
That wild, wild western birthday suit is the remedy for modesty
It ain't proper an' it ain't couth
But folks remember what you do
In nothin', whoa
Nothin' but cowboy boots

Well, all it takes when you're eighteen
Is your buddy's double dare
It was eight o'clock on a Friday night
In the middle of Town Square
Couldn't hear the sirens
'Cause so many people cheered
An' when the sheriff showed up
I was grinnin' ear to ear

In nothin' but cowboy boots sets your spirit free
That wild, wild western birthday suit is the remedy for modesty
It ain't proper an' it ain't couth
But folks remember what you do
In nothin', whoa
Nothin', but cowboy boots

I came home late tonight
You just smiled at my surprise
I see you comin' down the hall
Mmm...oh, in nothin'

Nothin' but cowboy boots sets your spirit free
That wild, wild western birthday suit is the remedy for modesty
It ain't proper an' it ain't couth
But folks remember what you do, oh
In nothin', no, nothin'
No, no, no, no nnothin' 
But those cowboy boots

Oh, nothin' but them cowboy boots
Nothin' but them cowboy boots
Whoo

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