Gravel Boots

Mud on the fender,

dust on my jeans,

Mama said, boy,

you’ll never outrun these means.

I’ve been where the barbed wire bends,

been where the blacktop ends,

Still I turn that wheel

like I got somewhere to be.

And I know that road

keeps calling my name,

Every hard mile

made me the same.

I got a little hurt,

I got a little hope,

I got a heavy heart

and a loose grip on the rope.

Gravel boots, keep rolling on

(gravel boots)

Banged up heart, but I’m not gone

(gravel boots)

If I fall, I get back up

One more song, one more run

(gravel boots)

Yeah, I was made for this long road

Tailgate down in a summer storm,

radio cracklin’ on and on,

Your hand in mine felt like a dare,

then you were there, then you were gone.

But I learned to laugh at the rain,

learned to dance with the pain,

Now I taste that red clay wind

and I’m headed home again.

And I know that road

keeps calling my name,

Every hard mile

made me the same.

I got a little hurt,

I got a little hope,

I got a heavy heart

and a loose grip on the rope.

Gravel boots, keep rolling on

(gravel boots)

Banged up heart, but I’m not gone

(gravel boots)

If I fall, I get back up

One more song, one more run

(gravel boots)

Yeah, I was made for this long road

Let the sky go black,

let the tires sing,

I’ve seen enough to know

what tomorrow brings.

If the world gets loud,

I’ll just turn up mine,

One hand on the wheel,

one foot on the line.

Gravel boots, keep rolling on

(gravel boots)

Banged up heart, but I’m not gone

(gravel boots)

If I fall, I get back up

One more song, one more run

(gravel boots)

Yeah, I was made for this long road