Songtext Put a boot in it Justin Moore

Put a boot in it

I heard you moved to Music City from L.A.
Traded your trap beats for a little twang
Tryna make a little money
Write some radio country
You said it ain't that hard singing 'bout a bar
Jukebox, Jack, Jim, and broken hearts
Rhyming "round here" with "cold beer"
But your smoke screen is real clear
I ain't buying what you're selling right now
I'm about to take your brand new skinny jean sound

And put a boot in it
Make that Tele sing when I smooth bend it
Take it on down to the honky tonk
Like a Haggard song
If you want this ole boy to listen
You better put a boot in it

We can see your BS from a red dirt mile away
You ain't fooling no one with your Realtree or your slang
Talking like you're one of us
But you're more country club
I'm about to take your country club

And put a boot in it
And make that Tele sing when I smooth bend it
Take it on down to the honky tonk
Like a Haggard song
If you want this ole boy to listen
You better put a boot in it

I ain't talking bout Chelsea's or J's
I'm talking 'bout cowhides and rattlesnakes

And put a boot in it
And make that Tele sing when I smooth bend it
Take it on down to the honky tonk
Like a Haggard song
If you want this ole boy to listen
You better put a boot in it

You better put a boot in it
Better put a boot in it
Mm, put a boot in it

Or I'ma put a boot in it
Straight up in it
Yeah, put a belt buckle in it too
A cowboy hat while you're at it