Die With Your Boots On

Daddy was a gambler back in seventy-two
He had a taste for the night life and he loved his booze
He had a woman on one arm and a tattoo on the other
It was hard to read I don’t know what it said
Somethin about my mother
I stood over his shoulder back in Bakersfield
He had some rhinestone boots with those high ridin’heels
He bet a ton of money on a hand I thought was dead
When those sevens cleaned the table up He just looked around and said
Sometimes you win sometimes you won’t
Sometimes you beat that devil sometimes you don’t
We’re all just killin time
Till the good Lord calls us home
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die with your boots on I drive a big rig from shore to shore
I’ve got a woman beside me And my name out on the door
Can’t make no money if I don’t outrun the man
That’s why you find me streakin’through the night
Catch me if you can
Repeat Chorus Three times