Boots My Boy Can Fill

Verse 1

Sun comes up before the rooster calls,

Coffee in a thermos, work gloves on.

Another day of chasing down a dollar,

Trying to build a life that’s steady and strong.

My boy’s still sleeping down the hallway,

Dreaming bigger than this small-town sky.

And every choice I make out on that highway,

Is another lesson shining in his eyes.

Chorus

‘Cause I’m trying to be the man he believes I am,

Standing tall when the world gets rough.

Teaching him respect, teaching him truth,

Showing him that love is always enough.

There’ll be days I stumble, days I fall,

Lord knows I don’t have all the answers, son.

But if he learns to stand when life gets hard,

Then my greatest job is getting done.

These old boots ain’t perfect, that’s the truth,

I’m just leaving tracks my boy can follow through.

Verse 2

Sometimes the bills stack higher than the paycheck,

Sometimes the weight feels heavier than steel.

I keep a brave face when the storms are blowing,

But I’m only human underneath it all for real.

I’ve made mistakes I’d never want him making,

Carried scars that time can’t quite erase.

But every setback only keeps reminding me,

What kind of man I want him to become someday.

Chorus

‘Cause I’m trying to be the man he believes I am,

Standing tall when the world gets rough.

Teaching him respect, teaching him truth,

Showing him that love is always enough.

There’ll be days I stumble, days I fall,

Lord knows I don’t have all the answers, son.

But if he learns to stand when life gets hard,

Then my greatest job is getting done.

These old boots ain’t perfect, that’s the truth,

I’m just leaving tracks my boy can follow through.

Bridge

Years from now when he’s grown and gone,

Making his own way beneath the dawn,

I hope he remembers not what I owned,

But the heart I carried and the seeds I sowed.

That a real man’s measured by the lives he lifts,

Not by the size of the paycheck he gets.

Final Chorus

I’m still trying to be the man he believes I am,

Working hard with calloused hands and pride.

Teaching him kindness, courage and faith,

To be the same man on the outside and inside.

And if one day somebody says of him,

“That young man’s solid right down to the bone,”

Then every long shift and every sacrifice,

Will be worth more than I’ve ever known.

These old boots may wear out with time,

But the path they made will always be his guide.

Outro

Sun goes down and I whisper a prayer,

For the little boy sleeping without a care.

May he grow up strong, honest and true,

And become an even better man than I ever knew.