Boots on the Backbeat
[Verse 1] I came in late with a grin and a glare The floor was already talking back The bass line hit like a front-door slam And the whole room bent on the track Was I the spark, or just the one who lit the match? [Pre-Chorus] Left foot, right foot Hold that line One small grin And the groove was mine [Chorus] Got boots on the backbeat, step and slide Heart in the pocket, low and wide I donβt do polite, I donβt do still I let the rhythm take the wheel Got boots on the backbeat, heels on fire Every little move pulls the night up higher [Verse 2] There was a horn section cutting through the smoke Like a bright suit tailored for trouble I leaned on the downbeat, smiled at the snare And doubled the trouble in the shuffle If I keep on moving, will the groove keep naming me? [Pre-Chorus] Left foot, right foot Hold that line One small grin And the groove was mine [Chorus] Got boots on the backbeat, step and slide Heart in the pocket, low and wide I donβt do polite, I donβt do still I let the rhythm take the wheel Got boots on the backbeat, heels on fire Every little move pulls the night up higher [Bridge] [violin solo, funky and sharp, dancing over the pocket] Let the snare crack Let the brass talk I was born to bend But I never lost my walk [Final Chorus] Got boots on the backbeat, step and slide Heart in the pocket, low and wide I donβt do polite, I donβt do still I let the rhythm take the wheel Got boots on the backbeat, heels on fire Every little move pulls the night up higher
