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.