Country Boy Hustle

Out here in the sticks, where the roosters crow,

Boots in the mud, but my dreams still glow.

Tractor tires spin, kickin' up that dirt,

Ain't no nine-to-five, just sweat and work.

Got a pocket full of nothing, but my pride runs deep,

While the city lights shine, I'm sowin' seeds to keep.

A barn full of tools, a heart full of fire,

Every mile I walk, I’m climbin' higher.

It’s that country boy hustle, hands calloused and tough,

From sunrise to sundown, man, life gets rough.

But I’m stackin’ up my dreams like hay in the barn,

This country boy hustle got me raisin’ the bar.

Cornfields stretch like a highway to the sky,

Mama taught me work hard, and don’t ask why.

The creek runs deep, like the roots in my veins,

And every drop of sweat's worth the pain.

Got a shotgun rhythm and a plow in my hand,

Turnin’ red clay dust into promised land.

With a moonshine spirit and a rebel’s grin,

I’ll take what I got and make it a win.

Oh, they might laugh at the way I walk,

At the way I talk, or the dreams I stalk.

But I got my lane, and I’ll keep it wide,

This country boy hustle’s my ticket to ride.