Give a big hand to Midland, y'all.
Out in the country, past the city limit sign,
there's a honky tonk and the county line.
The joint starts jumpin' every night when the sun goes down.
They got whiskey, women, music, and smoke.
It's where all the cowboy folk go to boot scootin' boogie.
Ronnie?
I got a good job, I work hard for my money.
When it's quittin' time, Lord, I hit the door runnin'.
I fire up my pick-up truck, and let the horses run.
I go flyin' down that highway and to that hideaway
stuck out in the woods to do the boot scootin' boogie.
Take it, Martin.
Yeah.
Heel, toe, do-si-do, come on, baby, let's go boot scootin'.
Yeah, Cadillac, blackjack.
Baby, meet me out back.
We're gonna boogie.
Oh, get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boogie.
Let's go, Nashville.
Well, the bartender asks me, he says, son, what'll it be?
I want a shot of that redhead yonder lookin' at me.
Yeah, the dance floor's hoppin' and it's hotter
than the fourth of July.
They got outlaws, in-laws, crooks
and straights all out makin' it shake
doin' the boot scootin' boogie.
Oh, heel, toe, do-si-do, come on, baby,
let's go boot scootin'.
Sing it with us.
Yeah.
Cadillac, blackjack, baby, meet me out back.
We're gonna boogie.
Oh, get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boogie.
Oh, heel, toe, do-si-do, come on, baby,
let's go boot scootin'.
Yeah.
Cadillac, blackjack.
Baby, meet me out back, we're gonna boogie.
I said get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boogie.
Ooooh.
Mr. Brooks and Dunn, Nashville.