My Boots Are Covered In Manure

The boss told me, “Bob, If you’re keeping this job You must go to the field and bring in the cattle.” I told him I would Or at least that I could If it wasn’t for one thing keeping me out of the saddle. It’s the lady I seek I’ve only known her a week She won’t look my way But I’ll try again today She told me for sure It’s a curse I endure For you see, these boots are covered with manure It’s the part I hate most I would normally boast But I’m a cowboy whose boots are covered in manure. My sweetie I’ve lost And oh what a cost She cannot see past The smell that is cast The boots, the boots are covered in manure The boots, the boots are covered in manure I’d quit in a flash If I didn’t need the cash My needs are so few If I only could get her The pay is OK But for the rest of the day It stinks, it stinks And I know I’ll never get her ‘Cause these boots are covered, so covered, they’re covered In the stench of manure, from cattle and chickens. Did I forget to tell you about the chickens?