Blown-Out Boots

It’s been a few months since our move to Nashville and I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about songwriting. It the creative juices didn’t all come flowing back right away (because, let’s face it, I’ve been in a rut for the past year or so), but now they are trickling in and filling me with the motivation that I’ve been lacking. 

So, in taking this first step back into this songwriting groove, I’d been going back and forth about what I should write. Something deep and meaningful? Something poppy and commercial? Sure, I’ve gotten a few which fit either of those descriptions half-way done or so, but I just haven’t felt like finishing them yet (that’s the beauty of still being an “aspiring songwriter” ...no deadlines. I just write them as they come to me and throw them on the back-burner if I’m not feeling it). I finally decided, “hey, I’m going to write something fun for myself. Something personal that I hope others can relate to, but if not, it’ll still be fun for me to play”. I’d been wanting to write a song about my old boots for a while, so I just made up my mind and sat down with pen and paper. I can’t wait to play it for Aaron and maybe he can even give me some more exciting music!

Blown Out Boots

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

INTRO:

A single barrel girl here to turn it loose

I’m feeling ten feet tall in my blown-out boots

V1:

If I felt like talking, oh the tale I’d tell

Bout the ups and downs of this week from

Hello freedom, serve it on the rocks

And you best make it a double ‘neath a blue neon

No boys, I don’t want no company

Just let me drift away to a back beat

CH:

It’s a favorite t-shirt kinda night

Faded jeans, pony tail pulled tight

Who says you need heels to dance

Y’all crank it up and step on back

A single barrel girl here to turn it loose

Feeling ten feet tall in my blown-out boots

V2:

The leather’s cracked, and stitchin’ frayed

Just like my patience all day

But when old kicks find a new groove

Can’t help it if I’m spinning ev’ry head around the room

Not a care in the world I can’t forget

With help from Jack and Ariat

CH:

It’s a favorite t-shirt kinda night

Faded jeans, pony tail pulled tight

Who says yous need heels to dance

Y’all crank it up and step on back

A single barrel girl here to turn it loose

Feeling ten feet tall in my blown-out boots

BR:

Some say diamonds are a girl’s best friend 

They’ve never had a pair of square toed tombstones, broken in

CH:

It’s a favorite t-shirt kinda night

Faded jeans, pony tail pulled tight

Who says you need heels to dance

Y’all crank it up and step on back

A single barrel girl here to turn it loose

Feeling ten feet tall in my blown-out boots