Dust on My Boots

Verse 1
Sun comin’ up over a two-lane road,
Old Ford rattlin’ with a heavy load.
Coffee in a thermos, dog in the back,
Country station playin’ Johnny Cash.

Pre-Chorus
Ain’t got much but I got this land,
Calloused heart and a working man’s hands.

Chorus
I got dust on my boots and mud on my tires,
Bonfire nights and barbed-wire skies.
Six-string singin’ by the riverside,
Stars so bright they light my ride.
I don’t need gold, don’t need a crown,
Just a dirt road world in a small-town sound.

Verse 2
Friday night lights and a wooden porch swing,
Mama in the kitchen, skillet startin’ to sing.
Neighbors roll up in a cloud of smoke,
Cooler full of ice and a couple cold Cokes.

Pre-Chorus
We laugh too loud, we live too free,
This patch of earth means everything to me.

Chorus
I got dust on my boots and mud on my tires,
Bonfire nights and barbed-wire skies.
Six-string singin’ by the riverside,
Stars so bright they light my ride.
I don’t need gold, don’t need a crown,
Just a dirt road world in a small-town sound.

Bridge
When the city calls, I let it ring,
Concrete dreams don’t mean a thing.
Give me crickets, give me pines,
A worn-out truck and county lines.

Final Chorus
Yeah, dust on my boots, fire in my soul,
Open fields where the wild winds roll.
If heaven’s real, I bet it’s found
On a back porch chair in a rural town.
No suit, no tie, just me and this ground—
Livin’ my life where the lost get found.

Country, hillbilly, redneck, male