rust

Rusty rode out those eleven years,

Came back tough, but clear of tears,

Said the world don’t owe me much today,

Just a shot, a smoke, and an honest day’s pay.

Rusty’s my helper, my right-hand man,

Weathered and wired but he sticks to the plan,

Might be a little different, that’s perfectly fine,

’Cause loyalty like his is so hard to find.

Folks talk small, but I don’t mind,

He’s got my back every single time,

Might walk his own road, don’t change a thing,

Still the truest heart that hard work brings.

Eleven years gone but the soul stayed gold,

The kind you can trust when the nights get cold,

Laughs at the pain, shrugs at the shame,

Rusty never once played the blame game.

Rusty’s my helper, my solid rock,