Roots in These Dirty Boots

(Soft Acoustic Guitar Intro)

You can hear the river flowing, singing through the trees,

In these boots, I'm planted deep, I feel my family’s breeze.

In the shadow of the mountains, where my heart learned to be free,

By Grandma Polly's pond, that's where my soul found me,

Catching frogs and fishing lines, laughter in the air,

Those dirty old boots hold the memories we share.

Gathered around that weathered porch under the sun's warm glow,

Listening to songs with all my kin, where all the children glow.

Nothing can compare to the love that always grows,

Jesus walked among us there. That’s where my spirit knows.

With these dirty old boots, I’m planting my roots,

In the heart of Guilford, where my life suits,

Family gathered 'round, with love that's profound,

Underneath the willow where our love is found.

Grandma’s hands were magic, stirring love into each meal,

Slapping fish on the grill, where the joy was truly real,

Running races 'round the pond, trying to wear off the feast,

In the warmth of her embrace, I found my soul's release.

We'd sit beneath that weeping tree. Our hearts were never far,

With the echoes of His presence, shining like the stars.

Singing soft and sweet, in harmony with grace,

In the magic of those moments, he felt His warm embrace.

With these dirty old boots, I’m planting my roots,

In the heart of Guilford, where my life suits,

Family gathered 'round, with love that's profound,

Underneath the willow where our love is found.

So here I stand, with my faith unshaken, on these sacred grounds near grandma's pond.

In the footprints of my past, hear the love that still resounds.

Through the highs and lows of life, I’ll walk this holy way,

With each step in these old boots, I’ll find my strength each day. Under the willow tree, you will look for me in my boots. That is where I will be.

With these dirty old boots, I’m planting my roots,

In the heart of Guilford, where my life suits,

Family gathered 'round, with love that's profound,

Underneath the willow where our love is found.

So let the waters run deep, let the mountains sing true,

In these dirty old boots, Lord, I’ll walk with You too.

(Soft Acoustic Guitar Outro)