From the recording There and Back
Lyrics
Saturday evening’s already hot
Pickup lights in the parking lot
Gravel popping under all four tires
Red dirt kicking up, full of desire
Cold beer sweating in a longneck bottle
Tight jeans turning it loose
The dance floor all dressed in black
Boot heels thumping to a two-step track
Music moving up one notch
Left side move, two claps pop
Hands in the air, spin around
Take a right side groove
Let’s hear a shout
It’s boots and bars, wooden floors
Stompin it out, looking for more
Raise ‘em up, let ‘em fall
Moving around, answer the call
Boots and bars, Step it back,
Slide left, slide right, heel-toe tap
Spin around, give it a clap
Hands up high, let ’em fall
Tattooed arms and whiskey smiles
Leanin’ on the rail, looking so fine
Countin the beat, waitin’ on the sign
Emotion and sweat, nothing to hide
Drama on the hard wood floor
Lookin at that distant door
Wondering if tonight’s the night
That will change some lives
Music moving up one notch
Left side move, two claps pop
Hands in the air, spin around
Take a right side groove
Let’s hear a shout
It’s boots and bars, wooden floors
Stompin it out, looking for more
Raise ‘em up, let ‘em fall
Moving around, answer the call
Boots and bars, Step it back,
Slide left, slide right, heel-toe tap
Spin around, give it a clap
Hands up high, let ’em fall
Buzz hummin’ in the midnight air
It’s getting late, we don’t care
One last song cause nobody’s leavin’
Every step’s got us believin’
Clock says late but we don’t mind
Small-town dreams on a county line
If this is all we’re gonna get tonight
We’ll make sure we dance it right
It’s boots and bars, wooden floors
Stompin it out, looking for more
Raise ‘em up, let ‘em fall
Moving around, answer the call
Boots and bars, Step it back,
Slide left, slide right, heel-toe tap
Spin around, give it a clap
Hands up high, let ’em fall
It’s boots and bars, wooden floors
Stompin’ it out till we can’t no more
Raise ‘em up, let ‘em fall
Hear that rhythm in the wall-to-wall
Boots and bars, step it back
Slide left, slide right, heel-toe tap
Spin around, give it a clap
Hands up high—don’t let it crash
Spin around, give it a clap
Hands up high—yeah, boots and bars
© 2026 Words and Music by William Fred Thompson