"Boots Off" lyrics - JON PARDI

She's got a Friday night fever, and she's ready to roll
I got a pocket full of cash and ready to blow
One shot, two step, slip out that back door
Then we'll take it on home for a whole lot more

[Chorus:]
'Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

Now it's pedal to the metal, driver, get us to the house
I wanna do what she's back here talking about
One step, two step, through the front door
This old cowboy hat's gonna hit the floor

[Chorus:]
'Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

[Post-Chorus:]
She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
Oh now

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus:]
'Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

[Post-Chorus:]
She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough