Dust on My Boots

Verse 1]

Crack in the windshield, coffee in my cup,

Sun ain’t even risen, but I’m already up.

Got a thousand little worries riding shotgun with me,

And a rearview full of things I thought I’d never leave.

I learned young that a man keeps moving,

Even when his heart don’t know what it’s doing.

Pull on my boots, wear that same old smile,

Tell everybody I’m fine for another little while.

I got dust on my boots, scars on my soul,

A heart that’s been cracked but it still ain’t broke.

Lost some people, lost some years,

Learned how to smile while swallowing tears.

I don’t need saving,

Just somewhere I can lay this weight down.

’Cause even a strong man gets tired

Of being the strong one in town.

Pour me something slow,

Let that steel guitar cry.

I got dust on my boots,

But I still got miles left in this life.

Got a picture of my boy tucked inside my ride,

Little reminder why I keep fighting every time.

He thinks I’m ten feet tall, scared of nothing at all,

So I keep getting back up every time I fall.

I’ve worn different names stitched across my chest,

Called different places home and gave ’em all my best.

Some brothers moved on, some memories remain,

And some quiet nights still bring back old pain.

Maybe being strong ain’t never hurting,

Maybe courage ain’t hiding every scar.

Maybe it’s waking up when life gets heavy

And remembering who you are.

And if my boy gets older

And asks how I made it through,

I’ll say, “Son, I wasn’t fearless—

I just had something worth fighting for, too.”

I got dust on my boots, fire in my soul,

Pieces of my heart that the hard years stole.

But I’m still right here, still holding on,

Still finding reasons to greet the dawn.

Got roads left to travel,

Got a boy I wanna make proud.

When this whole world gets heavy,

I’ll keep standing my ground.

Let that old guitar sing,

Let the highway roll beneath my tires.

Yeah, I got dust on my boots…

But I still got fire.