Church Boots Thomas Rhett

[Intro]
Click-clack, yeah
Church boots

[Verse 1]
Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothin' wrong with that

[Chorus]
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Click-clack

[Verse 2]
Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm eighty, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck, long-haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up
And I plan to every mornin' 'til I'm gone
Ain't nothin' wrong