There is a saying y’all know down Tejas way,
when yer knockin boots, it’s a good ole day.
Hand stitched rawhide and classic country songs,
when your knocking boots hard, it can’t be wrong.
A clippity clop of leather heals on a beech bedroom floor,
boots that knocked side by side, outside a teepee door.
When y’all are done and the sunset has turned to sunrise,
real cowboys start again, givin knockin boots one last reprise.
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