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It wasn't my daddy's money
Or a jacked-up pickup line
It wasn't my land in the country
That made my baby mine
It wasn't 'cause that girl was lonely
Soaking up a broken heart
It wasn't 'cause I was the only
Cowboy in that bar

It was that square-toe do-si-do
And a slow dance on the sawdust
That had her asking me my name
It was that rodeo, silver gold
From a bronc in colorado
Helped turn that neon spark into a flame
And it was that turquoise hand-me-down
Hanging 'round my neck that let me know
My baby loves boots, buckles, and bolos

She likes my old blue heeler
Catching rainbows on the fly
And four high on my four-wheeler
And a bareback mountain ride
She likes shooting my Winchester
The Wrangler in my jeans
But it was them two two-steppers
That swept her off her feet

Yeah, it was that square-toe do-si-do
And a slow dance on the sawdust
That had her asking me my name
It was that rodeo silver-gold
From a bronc in colorado
Helped turn that neon spark into a flame
And it was that turquoise hand-me-down
Hanging 'round my neck that let me know
My baby loves boots, buckles, and bolos

Just like that turquoise hand-me-down
She'll hang around and never let me go
My baby loves boots, buckles, and bolos
My baby loves boots, buckles, and bolos

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