Sophia Scott - Boots, Jeans, and Jesus

(Yeah, my voice got it wrong)

I got barstool confession
'Bout to do a bad thing bout to fall from heaven
Got a screw loose, I reckon
'Cause I never can seem to learn my lesson
Damn, he's my every guilty pleasure
Tattoos buckles and leather
That Stetson looking weathered
(Oh me, oh my)
I'm dancing with temptation
Might a little saving
But Sunday service ain't for two days

And that boy's trouble
Hell, he's got me shooting doubles
And it ain't even hit midnight
(God help me)
I'm cowboy crazy
Picking petals off a daisy
Thinking things that ain't lady like
(God help me)
Oh, I'm hanging on a prayer
Don't let me go there
'Cause the only thing between us
Is boots, jeans, and Jesus

I'm making whiskey decisions
I should never start a drink that I know I can't finish
(Oh lord)
Just take me to the chapel
Don't let me bite the apple
Don't let me climb back in that saddle
'Cause

That boy's trouble
Hell, he's got me shooting doubles
And it ain't even hit midnight
(God help me)
I'm cowboy crazy
Picking petals off a daisy
Thinking things that ain't lady like
(God help me)
Oh, I'm hanging on a prayer
Don't let me go there
'Cause the only thing between us
Is boots, jeans, and Jesus

(Ah hell)
It's like
Girl, get a grip (get a grip)
'Cause when we get, when we get close like this (close like this)
Nah, it ain't never just one more kiss (one more kiss)
When we get, when we get close like this
Here I go again

And that boy's trouble
Hell, he's got me shooting doubles
And it ain't even hit midnight
(God help me)
I'm cowboy crazy
Picking petals off a daisy
Thinking things that ain't lady like
(God help me)
Oh, I'm hanging on a prayer
Don't let me go there
'Cause the only thing between us
Is boots, jeans, and Jesus

(Aw hell)
(Come on, boy)
(God help me)

Written by:
Nolan Winfield Sipe, Samuel Armand Martinez, Sophia Scott

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