Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Boot dust rising Sunday sun low Barn doors open Crowd in a glow [Verse 1] Got my boots all busted Shirt sleeves rolled Bible on the dashboard Rust and gold We set up in the gravel Cables in the hay Spoons tap time While the kids all play [Chorus] I’m puttin’ on the full armor of God Right here in this rusted town Helmet on my worried mind Truth wrapped tight around Feet set firm in this red dirt faith Shield up when the fire comes down I’m puttin’ on the full armor of God And I ain’t layin’ it down [Verse 2] Banjo pickin’ like a front porch fight Harmonica crying through the heat of the night Old tailgate for a drum, we pound Chains on a shovel make a five-rail sound Grandma sways with her eyes shut tight Whispers, “Baby, stand and fight” So I strap that promise on my chest March through the doubt like it’s a test [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] When the bad news bites And the bills stack high When the storm hits hard And the well runs dry [band drops out, stomp + clap] I cinch that belt, I lift that shield Sword in my hand, I won’t yield [full band back in, [crescendo]] Boots in the dust, we shout it loud Hope like thunder rollin’ through this crowd [Chorus]
Tags
country, Country-funk gospel with male vocals fronting a scrappy live band: twangy banjo, rattling spoons, honky-tonk piano and junkyard percussion (oil drums, chains, stomps) driving a sweaty backbeat. Harmonica answers the vocal lines; chorus explodes with gang shouts and handclaps. Breakdown strips to stomp-clap and harmonica before a final, rowdy sing-along outro., experimental, bluegrass
Duration
2:44
Instrumental
No
Created
1/12/2026