Mud on Your Boots

[Verse 1]
You say I’m heavy
Like I’m your fault
You pull that rope
I feel it all
Your words go cold
Like rain in a bin
I try to stand
You reel me in
[Pre-Chorus]
But I’m still here
On my two feet
You got my coat
But not my beat
I bite my tongue
Till it draws blood
Then I look up
And call your bluff
[Chorus]
You’re dragging me down
Dragging me down
But I won’t drown
I won’t drown
Mud on my boots
Fire in my chest
You can lean on me
But I’m not dead yet
Dragging me down
Dragging me down
I shake you off
I shake you off
[Verse 2]
You take the wheel
Then miss the turn
Leave me the smoke
And let it burn
I know your kind
Your sweet little line
You want my shame
You want my time
I gave you grace
I gave you gold
You gave me blame
And a hand to hold
[Pre-Chorus]
But I’m still here
On my two feet
You got my coat
But not my beat
I bite my tongue
Till it draws blood
Then I look up
And call your bluff
[Chorus]
You’re dragging me down
Dragging me down
But I won’t drown
I won’t drown
Mud on my boots
Fire in my chest
You can lean on me
But I’m not dead yet
Dragging me down
Dragging me down
I shake you off
I shake you off
[Bridge]
If I lose my way
I know the road
It winds back home
Through dust and code
You can keep the storm
Keep the weight
I’ve got a name
You can’t erase
[Chorus]
You’re dragging me down
Dragging me down
But I won’t drown
I won’t drown
Mud on my boots
Fire in my chest
You can lean on me
But I’m not dead yet
Dragging me down
Dragging me down
I shake you off
I shake you off

Alternative country with electric guitars and pulsing 808s, mid-tempo and rhythmic; verse rides tight picked riff and kick-snare pocket, pre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a climbing bass line, chorus hits with anthemic gang vocals and big melodic guitar bends. Male vocals, close-mic and dry in verses, double-tracked on hooks, with delay throws on key phrases, reversed swells into each chorus, and a bright punchy mix with modern low-end thump., electric, country, pop, male vocals, alternative country, rhythmic