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VERSE ONE
Well, my hand’s in the pocket of a red hot blue jean bandit 
Watchin’ that band, warming up their Hank
She whispers in my ear all country candid
My little case of wound up is about to blow this place 
 
PRE CHORUS
I’m good at makin’ bad decisions
And I love her… lack of inhibitions 
 
CHORUS
Let the boots fall where they may
This might put me in the clay
The way she’s movin’, neon groovin
My mama and the preacher would disapprove and
Like it says in my Ol’ King James
Some angels fall from grace
Like a reckless, Texas two-step twist of fate
I’m gonna let the boots fall where they may

VERSE TWO
Yeah, her halo’s-a-fadin’, lord, the way she’s dancin’
Struttin’ that thang, son one hip at a time
Devil started laughin’ when he caught her askin’
Is it gonna be your place or mine? 

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