boots off

Jon Pardi

She s got a Friday night fever, and she s ready to roll
I got a pocket full of cash and ready to blow
One shot, two step, slip out that back door
Then we ll take it on home for a whole lot more

Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There s a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We ll be loving til the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough

Now it s pedal to the metal, driver, g?t us to the house
I wanna do what she s back h?re talking about
One step, two step, through the front door
This old cowboy hat s gonna hit the floor

Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There s a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We ll be loving til the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough

She starts turnin me on and turnin it up
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough
Oh now

Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There s a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We ll be loving til the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough

She starts turnin me on and turnin it up
No, I can t get my boots off quick enough