Red Dust & Cherry Boots

Red dust on my Sunday boots

Tracked it straight through the barroom door

Cowboy hat with a tilted brim

But my hips ain’t walkin’ like before

That jukebox hits a crooked groove

Steel string meets a dirty sway

You grab my belt loop, pull me close

Say “boy, we’re gonna swing this hay”

Red funk

On a country floor

Boots slide sideways

Give me a little bit more

Red funk

Where the backroads burn

We mix that twang with a slow down turn

Red funk

Kick it up, cut loose

Got my heart in your hands

And your hands on my cherry boots (oh yeah)

Beer foam on your lipstick grin

Spurs click sharp on the weathered wood

You spin me like a barroom door

Laughin’ louder than the band ever could

My mama raised a straight-line man

You curved me like a gravel lane

You said “why walk when you can glide?”

Now I two-step through the sugarcane

Red funk

On a country floor

Boots slide sideways

Give me a little bit more

Red funk

Where the backroads burn

We mix that twang with a slow down turn

Red funk

Kick it up, cut loose

Got my heart in your hands

And your hands on my cherry boots (hey!)

Sweat ring on my Stetson brim

You trace it with a lazy hand

Your laugh sticks sweet like sorghum

In the cracks of this one-stop town

If this is wrong, we’ll spin wrong ‘til dawn

Let the dust and the daylight choose

I’ll take your wild, you take my roots

We’ll paint this barn in cherry boots

Red funk

On a country floor

Boots slide sideways

Give me a little bit more

Red funk

Where the backroads burn

We mix that twang with a slow down turn

Red funk

Kick it up, cut loose

Got my heart in your hands

And your hands on my cherry boots