My little girl   won't you come with me   come with me   tell me      Is there something to do      I'm going crazy with boredom   come with me   tell me      Grey sky over a black town   I can feel depression   all around   you've got your leather boots on      I can't stand another drink   it's surprising this town   doesn't sink   you've got your leather boots on      Your pretty dress is oil stained   from working too hard   for too little   you've got your leather boots on      You're feeling the boredom too   I'd gladly go with you   I'd put your leather boots on   I'd put your pretty dress on