Boots

Dm Dm C C Dm I'm a traveling salesman I travel for my job I've been across America from the bottom to the top Dm C C Dm Thursday it's Detroit, and Friday Chicago, Saturday in St Paul and Sunday in Fargo G Dm My boots are of leather they are black at the seams G Dm And we travel together sometimes in blue jeans Dm C C Dm From New York to London and everywhere that I've been should I die and get to heaven I'll be wearin' them then Dm C C Dm Should I live to be 100 and can't walk at all I will leave my boots on for they make me feel tall G Dm I'm a lover of leisure and all of it's fruits G Dm I'm like Julius Ceasar in dirty black boots Dm C C Dm Bartender bartender where for art thou? I laid down beside her in a Tennessee town Dm C C Dm I felt her flesh on me there was innocence missin' there was pressure and friction there wasn't much kissin' G Dm Lately I find myself only thinking of her G Dm Like Tennessee whiskey so golden and pure G Dm As I roll through moonlight like a nomadic rogue G Dm On account of mixed emotions and on account of the road C Dm My skin is made for pleasure, but my boots are made of leather ***********************************