Song Description

Boots and Brass channels the roots of American country tradition with a modern polish. Driven by twin fiddles and steel guitar, the track swings with the joy of the dancehall, inviting cowboys and partners alike to two-step until sunrise. With imagery straight out of a honky-tonk floor and an arrangement inspired by Bob Wills, this song strikes a balance between authenticity and contemporary energy. Perfect for projects seeking the sound of tradition made fresh; it's music for boots on the floor and brass in the band.

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Got a fiddle in my hand and a smile on my face,
Boots kicking dust in this old dance place.
The moon's hanging low, but the night's running high,
As the fiddles wail, let's give it a try.

(Pre-Chorus)
Swing it wide, swing it sweet,
Feel that rhythm in your feet.

(Chorus)
Oh, boots and brass, make the moment last.
Kick it up, spin it 'round, we're having a blast.
When the steel starts to cry and the fiddle runs fast,
You know it's boots and brass, boots and brass.

(Verse 2)
Well, the cowboys lean, and the ladies twirl,
A two-step dream in a honky-tonk whirl.
Every string's got a story, every note's got a soul,
In this Texas swing, we're feeling bold.

(Bridge)
The clock don't matter, leave it on the wall,
We're dancing through the night, we're having it all.
The bass thumps steady, the beat won't fall,
With laughter and love, we're answering the call.

(Verse 3)
So grab your partner, let's hit the floor,
With a two-step shuffle, we'll always want more.
The steel guitar's sweet, like honey on toast,
We'll share this moment, it's what we love most.

(Pre-Chorus)
Swing it wide, swing it sweet,
Feel that rhythm in your feet.

(Chorus)
Oh, boots and brass, make the moment last.
Kick it up, spin it 'round, we're having a blast.
When the steel starts to cry and the fiddle runs fast,
You know it's boots and brass, boots and brass.

(Break)
(Instrumental interlude with lively fiddle and steel guitar)

(Verse 4)
The bar lights fade, but the dance burns on,
Fiddle still laughing, steel still strong.
Boots on the floor keep marking time,
We're living this moment like it's yours and mine.

(Chorus)
Oh, boots and brass, make the moment last.
Kick it up, spin it 'round, we're having a blast.
When the steel starts to cry and the fiddle runs fast,
You know it's boots and brass, boots and brass.

(Outro)
So here's to the nights that we can't forget,
With boots and brass, we ain't done yet.
Under Texas skies, we'll dance 'til we drop,
With a fiddle in hand, we'll never stop.