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Born and raised in Marble Falls,
Fueled by fire and alchohol,
Seems I always pick the wild souls.
Wants to go out tonight,
Chances are, I’m gonna get in a fight,
Damn sure, she’s bring trouble on us all.

Shot number one goes down
Second , third, then another round
It’s all about to go down
You better get ready
Now she’s up on the bar
Goin just a little too far
No matter where we are
It’s about to get crazy

She’ll get her hooks in you
No tellin what she’ll do
Lyin hurt in a pile dirt,
She’s Hell in cowboy boots
And when the whiskey takes over
You’ll be prayin for sober
Line em up at the bar, yeah
She’s Hell in cowboy boots

Cowboy boots
Yeah, she’s Hell in cowboy boots.
Cowboy boots
Yeah, she’s Hell in cowboy boots.

One mission that is all,
Keep on drinkin until we fall
Don’t think we can hang here anymore.
Not sure where this night is goin,
As long as they keep the drinks on flowin
Until they boot our asses out the door.

Broke, broken, and broken hearted.
She ain’t even gotten started.
But, she’s got a way to make it all feel alright.
She gotta wicked way
Don’t know why I stay, oh….
Hell is coming my way.
Hell is coming my way….