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back them Carhartt's baby
Break out them old Lucchese's
Black Stetson keep the sun out your eyes
My shotgun ride or die
"Yes, ma'am" with a southern

Kentucky
Black Lucchese's
Dukes like daisy
City sippin' on a tailgate
Cabernet in a solo cup
I'm throwin' down with my pinky up
Go on if you wanna

holler at the ladies, dancing like crazy
New Luccheses, fresh up out the deer stand
Feeling this high, wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't even gonna try
But

you roll 
Slide them Lucchese too close
How 'bout you let me let you 
I bet you kiss like you dance, yeah

Hangin' every bit if that crazy out

Better in Boots

Tyler Farr

Suffer in Peace

2015

better in boots

We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got

brown-eyed girl just driving around
Her hometown, at midnight, Lucchese boots with chartreuse gunsights
Mud on the tires, whiskey bonfires, calling 'shotgun'

les Lucchese
Mais pour mes brothas
Un business en cache un
Autre comme les matriochkas
Je fais mon blé... mouah, dasvidaniya
J'aurais servi la rue comme

my Luccheses are waiting there by the door
Yeah, they're wearing me out, they wanna go now

My boots miss yours
From the heel down to the toe
It's

I'm on a helluva honky tonk roll
Whole lotta neon in my Lucchese soul
Drinkin' my ass off 
All the way to last call
Two stepping out the door
With

Talkin' a hood hot night
The kind, that can only happen out here

With a bonfire flicker, and a red solo sipper
Catch a heel to toe on a Lucchese
Out

But I don't buy that girl, I'm a turning
Well, it's a little too late
'Cause I'm gonna be my top gun
'Fore I hit the interstate

I take my Lucchese

them size seven Luccheses
We're gonna be two stepping 'til two
I'm in for a night that's crazy
When my baby's in boots

She steals the show, man you

and a bowl full of weed
This country life's the only life for me

Oh, this country livin' keeps my Luccheses kickin'
Keeps this Gipson sittin' 'cross me

on a Vegas bet 
New Luccheses, top shelf whiskey 
Vintage vinyl and long cut grizzly 
Got a lot of things I can't get enough of 
More than a few I should give

on these tractors
Talking like crazy, in our Luccheses
We're going out tonight, gonna take this country downtown

Light it up, light it up, light it up

on these tractors
Talking like crazy, in our Luccheses
We're going out tonight, gonna take this country downtown

Light it up, light it up, light it up

And blacked out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses
The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin'
Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame

Lucchese's and I cash out for the real
Harley Davidsons go fifty deep, the city streets is filled
Soldiers on my shoulder yellin', "Yes, Slumerican is real"

The girls are all ready for a night out
Gettin' all glammed up for the town
Painted lips and stilettos on their feet
I show up in Lucchese's 
Boys tryna call

She's Had Enough of Texas
Writers: Jeff Middleton, Danny Myrick, Triston Marez


Verse:
She left her dusted up Lucchese's by the door
That torques

the coolie
Hat like Paisley
It's all gravy
You acting like you knew me
But you was just a groupie
No worries I'm all Gucci
My Luccheses raw like sushi
Please

28 aprile, San Lucchese piovono due gocce
È tradizione che qua si conosce
E mi ricordo sì sì
Gli anni passati anche lì
Quelle serate perfette

WAS ABOUT TO CALL IT A NIGHT
I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF HER THROUGH A NEON LIGHT
(CHORUS 1)
SHE HAD A SILK LACE SHIRT, KING RANCH PURSE, LUCCHESE BOOTS

Clowns and nightmares carnival fairs for tricks I don't care for six I'm aware 6 trillion sixes
666 mult 0 is nothing air
OG Lucchese
Crazy for freedom