C                             F
White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies
     C                            G
Are part of what's wrong with my soul
                                                                       C
Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where I'd like to go
 C                       F                          C                       F
Work complications and stiff conversations they sometimes drive me up the wall
F                          C                     G                          C
Make me want to holler to hell with this collar walk out and just chunk it all

[Chorus]

        F                                            C
What I need is denims and a place to get in 'em and walk over Gods open land
       F                        C
And boots of good leather I'd wander wherever
  D7                     G7
I found the beauty from his mighty hands
                                                                           F
Lots of wide open spaces and quite simple places tells me it's pack up and go time
            G                                             C
Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time

[Verse 2]

C                         F                      C                        G
I gaze in the mirror and press my face nearer to check out the lines one by one
       G
Round eyes that were brighter on cheeks growin' lighter
                                   C
That were once so brown from the sun
                        F                      C                     F
As I spend starin' I find myself darein' the image that's looking at me
                              C                     G                        C
To throw off the fetter and seek somethin' better a life that's simple and free

[Chorus]

        F                                            C
What I need is denims and a place to get in 'em and walk over Gods open land
       F                        C
And boots of good leather I'd wander wherever
  D7                     G7
I found the beauty from his mighty hands
                                                                           F
Lots of wide open spaces and quite simple places tells me it's pack up and go time
            G                                             C
Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time

            G                                                C
Cause in jeans and good leather son I could be better in no time