'These Boots' by Eric Church - Guitar Tutorial

            Capo 3rd fret

    G    
These boots
     C       G
Counted off many a band
     C              G
Playing one night road house stands
   Em         D/F#
For tips and empty rooms

    G
These boots
   C        G
Have stood toe to toe
      C          G
With the biggest baddest joes
       Em           D/F#  C
Like they had some things to prove
    G
These boots
        G
Yeah, these boots
       C         G
More than once saved my ass
      C            G
Like the time they hid that grass
       Em       D/F#
From those cops in Tupelo

       G
And these boots
   C          G
Have danced with the devil
   C           G
And nearly lost that battle
  Em      D/F#  C
To wild irish rose

D    C     G
I wore out more soles
     D/F#   G
Than I care to count
        C            G
I done more stupid things than most
       D
Would dare to

 D    C              G     
I kick myself more times than not
     D/F#          Em
For the roads they lead me down
     C              G/B        D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them Do
            C  Em D C Em D
Is walking out on you

    G
These boots
     C     G
Had to see California
     C     G
And an Arizona morning
    Em         D/F#
Where God paints the sky

       G
And these boots
     C            G
Had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
         C           G
Thought that bull'd make me a real man
 Em         D/F#   C
I still drag that leg sometimes

D    C     G
I wore out more soles
     D/F#   G
Than I care to count
        C            G
I done more stupid things than most
       D
Would dare to

 D    C              G     
I kick myself more times than not
     D/F#          Em
For the roads they lead me down
     C              G/B        D
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them Do
            C  Em D C Em D
Is walking out on you

    G
These boots
     C         G
Are one step from the door
        C          G
They walked out of years before
    Em         D/F#
I can almost see her now

    G
These boots
     C         G
Oughta kick 'at door aside
    C         G
Stomp out my foolish pride
   Em         D
But they just turn around

C Em D
       
       C Em D
Damn these boots
       C Em D
Damn these boots
    C Em D 
These boots

Outro: C Em D Repeat until end