| You ain’t got no problem gettin' up with this song |
| Scurvin' up leather, diggin' in the red dirt, gettin' that job done |
| But it’s Friday night and you’re tappin' right along with the groove |
| And that dirty little thing is lookin' at me, I’m countin' on you |
| So come on work boots |
| We’ve got a little work to do |
| It looks like she wants to dance |
| I wouldn’t wanna to miss our chance |
| She might be the one to change our world |
| But we ain’t gone get the girls sittin' on a stool |
| We gotta make our move, so come on work boots |
| First step is we’ll go up and ask her her name |
| And then maybe these two left feet will get two-step carried away |
| Don’t dig in your heels now just follow my lead |
| It;'s a moment of truth and I can’t have you draggin' our feet |
| So come on work boots |
| We’ve got a little work to do |
| It looks like she wants to dance |
| I wouldn’t wanna to miss our chance |
| She might be the one to change our world |
| But we ain’t gone get the girls sittin' on a stool |
| We gotta make our move, so come on work boots |
| Hell this might just be our song |
| Get to work, boots |
| Who knows maybe later on |
| I might get to kick you off |
| She might be the one to change our world |
| But we ain’t gone get the girls sittin' on a stool |
| We gotta make our move, so come on work boots |