Paroles:
Little Boots New In Town

Heard you're new in town, want someone to show you 'round Well, no one knows this place just quite like me Well, I don't hang with the crowd where I go

Heard you're New in town Also show you round Well no-one knows this place just quite like me Well I dont, hang with the crowd Where I go, were dressing

shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline Sing a little bit of these workingman

grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreon. Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town. I will wear new boots

From the tin rooftop the little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum where Daniel whupped the Devil With them boys from the

town But no local yokel's gonna shut me down Cause me and the boys got this rig unwound And we've come a thousand miles from the guitar town Nothin'

shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey

street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!) Black out from cold, freezin' my toes Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims froze Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little