Dust On My Boots

I woke up late

With dust on my boots

Your note on the table

Two cold shots, no truth

The kettle cried once

I let it sing alone

You took my good jacket

Left the porch lights low

I should be hurt

But I’m too damn tired

I know your kind

You burn, then hide

Dust on my boots

Dust on my boots (dust on my boots)

I shake it off

But you stick like glue

Dust on my boots

Dust on my boots (dust on my boots)

You walked out clean

I walked out blue

Your ring by the sink

Caught in the morning sun

I laughed so hard

I thought my throat might cut

I wore your lies

Like a second skin

Now I let that hurt

Blow right back in

I should be gone

But I still look back

One last good curse

Then I get my track

Dust on my boots

Dust on my boots (dust on my boots)

I shake it off

But you stick like glue

Dust on my boots

Dust on my boots (dust on my boots)

You walked out clean

I walked out blue

Say my name once

If you ever get lost

I won’t come running

I’ve already paid the cost

Dust on my boots

Dust on my boots (dust on my boots)

I shake it off

But you stick like glue

Dust on my boots

Dust on my boots (dust on my boots)

You walked out clean

I walked out blue