Lyric

Pickin’ ’em off like fleas on a hound dog

Big backwoods, my heart’s a big ol’ log

They go deeper than the cracks in a basement

They smell like momma’s big ol’ pound cake

Talkin’ ’bout boots and the ones that are muddy

Sittin’ in the sink, makin’ things kinda funny

’Cause she was never one afraid to get dirty

Muddy boots at my door, she’s in my T-shirt

They go clack, clack, clack on my hardwood floor

Kick ’em off, walkin’ ’round in my old band shirt

Hike ’em up, lace ’em down, don’t have to work

Muddy boots at my door, she’s in my T-shirt

Mm, that’s my kind of lady

One of a kind, yeah, she might be crazy

She can hold her own, still fragile as a daisy

Out in the field, dancin’ in the sunset

Pretty as the day we met

If I hadn’t known it yet

They go clack, clack, clack on my hardwood floor

Kick ’em off, walkin’ ’round in my old band shirt

Hike ’em up, lace ’em down, don’t have to work

Muddy boots at my door, she’s in my T-shirt

Deeper than the cracks in a basement floor

Sweet as that pound cake momma made before

Laughin’ at the mess, mud on the skin

She don’t mind the dirt, she dives right in

Never been scared of a little hard work

Muddy boots at my door, she’s in my T-shirt

They go clack, clack, clack on my hardwood floor

Kick ’em off, walkin’ ’round in my old band shirt

Hike ’em up, lace ’em down, don’t have to work

Muddy boots at my door, she’s in my T-shirt

Yeah, muddy boots at my door

And she’s still in my T-shirt