I saw her turn her head in a drop dead gaze She was peakin' out over the top of those wire-rimmed shades No it wasn't my charm and it wasn't my grin That had that little secretary dive right in She wasn't lookin' at me man she was lookin at my feet It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar Pair of hand made genuine fine Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to find Make a pretty woman look down every time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard They were made by a little man down in El Paso I was passin' through town singin' at the rodeo He said they cost a little more but for what it's worth There ain't another pair like 'em on God's green earth And I handed him my money and he sized me up It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar Pair of hand made genuine fine Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to find Make a pretty woman look down every time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard They make a man proud walking through a crowd Whoa nothin' else can stand beside 'em When I pull 'em on I start singin' a song Make me wanna tuck my britches legs inside 'em (Now let's take a stroll) It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar Pair of hand made genuine fine Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to find Make a pretty woman look down every time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard