Dust on My Boots

[Verse 1]
The screen door creaks as I step outside,
Morning light paints the fields so wide.
Coffee in hand, the steam curls thin,
Another day where it all begins.
The rooster calls, a tune so plain,
Life rolls on like a midnight train.
[Chorus]
There’s dust on my boots, dreams in my heart,
Every sunrise feels like a brand-new start.
The world might spin, but I stand still,
Holding tight to the strength of my will.
Dust on my boots, and a fire in my soul,
This small-town life makes me whole.
[Verse 2]
The barn's worn wood tells stories untold,
Echoes of laughter, both young and old.
The river hums like a lullaby sweet,
Washing the dirt right off my feet.
Wind whispers secrets through the pines,
Reminding me this life is mine.
[Prechorus]
Some folks chase the city lights,
But here, the stars burn twice as bright.
[Chorus]
There’s dust on my boots, dreams in my heart,
Every sunrise feels like a brand-new start.
The world might spin, but I stand still,
Holding tight to the strength of my will.
Dust on my boots, and a fire in my soul,
This small-town life makes me whole.
[Bridge]
I don’t need riches, I don’t need fame,
Just the sound of the wind calling my name.
The hills, the dirt, the roots that run deep,
They’re the promises I’ll always keep.

country, acoustic with a blend of steel guitar and soft percussion; female vocals, vocal, country pop, pop, melodic