Mark Mallman — Boots

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                        Boots - Mark Mallman
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Tabbed by:Hanoihancock
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBe)

Dm: xx0213  C: x32010  G: 320003 

[Verse 1]
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      I'm a traveling salesman I travel for my job I've been across America from the bottom to the top
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Thursday it's Detroit, and Friday Chicago, Saturday in St Paul and Sunday in Fargo


[Chorus 1]
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My boots are of leather they are black at the seams
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And we travel together sometimes in blue jeans


[Verse 2]
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From New York to London and everywhere that I've been should I die and get to heaven I'll be wearin' them then
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Should I live to be 100 and can't walk at all I will leave my boots on for they make me feel tall


[Chorus 2]
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I'm a lover of leisure and all of it's fruits 
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I'm like Julius Ceasar in dirty black boots 


[Verse 3]
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Bartender bartender where for art thou?  I laid down beside her in a Tennessee town
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I felt her flesh on me there was innocence missin' there was pressure and friction there wasn't much kissin'


[Chorus 3]
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Lately I find myself only thinking of her
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Like Tennessee whiskey so golden and pure
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As I roll through moonlight like a nomadic rogue
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On account of mixed emotions and on account of the road
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My skin is made for pleasure, but my boots are made of leather

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