Title: “Dust on My Boots (West Texas Moon)”
(Verse 1)
Sun comin’ up over that oilfield sky
Pump jacks bowin’ like they’re prayin’ as the day rolls by
Got a thermos full of coffee and a Chevy that’s beat
With a little George Jones playin’ low and sweet
There’s a long two-lane stretch past Abilene
Where the wind still whispers through the mesquite green
I was raised on grit, on faith, on truth
With a little red dirt dust on my boots
(Chorus)
Oh, West Texas moon, hangin’ big and bright
Shinin’ on the plains every lonely night
From Odessa lights to a Lubbock tune
My heart still howls like a coyote’s croon
You can take the boy, but you can’t uproot
The wild, wide wind and the rattlesnake roots
I’ll always come back like a tumbleweed blown
To that West Texas land I call my home
(Verse 2)
Friday night lights in a small town crowd
Bleachers shakin’ while the band plays loud
Mama’s in the stands, daddy tips his hat
Preacher’s son runnin’ a post like that
After the game we’d drive out slow
To a caliche road where the bluebonnets grow
Radio cracklin’ with an old love song
And a girl who made this cowboy strong
(Chorus)
Oh, West Texas moon, hangin’ big and bright
Shinin’ on the plains every restless night
From Midland yards to Amarillo dunes
There’s a steel guitar cryin’ out of tune
You can chase your dreams down a railroad route
But they all lead back where your roots run stout
I’ll always come back like a tumbleweed blown
To that West Texas land I call my home
(Bridge)
Storm clouds rollin’ like a freight train sound
Lightning dancin’ on the dry hard ground
We don’t scare easy, we don’t back down
We plant our pride in stubborn ground
And when the north wind cuts like a knife
We hold our women and we hold this life
(Final Chorus)
Oh, West Texas moon, keep shinin’ on me
Through the cotton fields and refinery
From El Paso sunsets to a porch swing tune
Underneath that same old harvest moon
When my days are done, lay me down to rest
Where the coyotes cry and the sky’s God-blessed
With a six-string hymn and a worn-out tone
In that West Texas land I call my home
(Outro)
Yeah, put a little red dirt over these roots
And let that dust settle on my boots… 🤠
