bullet in my boots (b stage)

(Alright, three, four)

God rest in peace, that old pair of elevens

'Cause I sent those Red Wings flying up to heaven

I trusted them, and they let me down

They should've turned this old boy around

God rest in peace, that old pair of elevens

I smashed that phone that didn't call you up to say I'm sorry

I crashed that truck that took me on out of town

I laid the soul six feet down that walked me out on you

Tonight, I put a bullet in my boots

Love makes a steel-hearted man lose his mind

I've never killed nothing 'cept whiskey and time

But they let my world go up in smoke

And they let me leave, so they had to go

I smashed that phone that didn't call you up to say I'm sorry

I crashed that truck that took me on out of town

I laid the soul six feet down that walked me out on you

Tonight, I put a bullet in my boots

It's too late, there they are, cold and lonely in the yard

Empty as that bottle, broke as my heart

And I smashed that phone that didn't call you up to say I'm sorry

I crashed that truck that took me on out of town

And I laid the soul six feet down that walked me out on you

Tonight, I put a bullet in my boots

Tonight, I put a bullet in my boots

God rest in peace, that old pair of elevens