Take My Boots to Town Tonight


words and music by Jan Best and and Rick Paul

Hurry up, girl, it’s gettin’ late
These old dancin’ boots just can’t wait
They’re aching for a sawdust floor, this minute
Give ’em one big line dance, and they’ll be in it

Chicken in the breadpan, do-si-do
We’ll shuffle around to the zydeco
Don’t wanna sleep ’til the mornin’ light
So take my boots to town tonight

Come on honey, you’re wastin’ good time
Those wrinkled blue jeans, look just fine
Forget the mirror, let’s get out of here this second
The face on the clock is the only thing needs checkin’

Chicken in the breadpan, do-si-do
We’ll shuffle around to the zydeco
Don’t wanna sleep ’til the mornin’ light
So take my boots to town tonight

So, hurry up, girl, it’s gettin’ late
These old dancin’ boots just can’t wait
They’re aching for a sawdust floor, this minute
Give ’em one big line dance, and they’ll be in it

Chicken in the breadpan, do-si-do
We’ll shuffle around to the zydeco
Don’t wanna sleep ’til the mornin’ light
So take my boots to town tonight

Forget the mirror, let’s get out of here this second
The face on the clock is the only thing needs checkin’

Chicken in the breadpan, do-si-do
We’ll shuffle around to the zydeco
Don’t wanna sleep ’til the mornin’ light
So take my boots to town tonight