Dust on my Boots

(Fiddle intro)

(Verse)

I rise up before the sun again,

I start getting ready for the day to begin.

Steel-toe boots and a hard hat on,

I’m out the door before the break of dawn.

Got a lunchbox packed and my gloves pulled tight,

Ain’t afraid of a little sweat and a hard day’s fight.

Some boys still think this job’s their world,

But they ain’t met this blue-collar girl.

(Pre-chorus)

They’ll say, “Girl, that job’s a little too tough,”

I just smile and call their bluff.

Anything y’all can do, I can do better,

Rain or shine, any kind of weather.

Go on and put me to the test,

I don’t back down—I give it my best.

(Chorus)

I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots,

Get a little dirt on these faded blue roots.

Swing that hammer, turn that wrench,

Throw some hay or mend that fence.

I was raised to work ‘til the work gets done,

A little hard work’s always been my kind of fun.

If you think this girl’s gonna give up or scoot,

You don’t know me—I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots.

(Verse)

The boys all laugh when I pull up on site,

’Til they see me work from dawn ‘til night.

They can try to keep up if they want to try,

But I ain’t ever been the “stand around” type.

I’m the first one there and the last one through,

Putting in the hours like a blue-collar should do.

Now they’re tipping hats with a smile or two,

‘Cause they know what this country girl’s gonna do.

(Pre-chorus)

I don’t need a shortcut, I don’t need a break,

Everything I’ve got is earned with every move I make.

I don’t back down when the going gets tough,

You can bet this country girl is built tough enough.

(Chorus)

I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots,

Get a little dirt on these faded blue roots.

Swing that hammer, turn that wrench,

Throw some hay or mend that fence.

I was raised to work ‘til the work gets done,

A little hard work’s always been my kind of fun.

If you think this girl’s gonna give up or scoot,

You don’t know me—I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots.

(Fiddle solo)

(Bridge)

These calloused hands tell my story,

Every scar’s another badge of glory.

I don’t need anybody’s sympathy,

Hard work’s always been a part of me.

I’ll keep showing up, proving them wrong,

Giving everything I’ve got all day long.

When the dust settles and the whistle blows,

I’ll still be standing—that’s all I know.

(Chorus)

I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots,

Get a little dirt on these faded blue roots.

Swing that hammer, turn that wrench,

Throw some hay or mend that fence.

I was raised to work ‘til the work gets done,

A little hard work’s always been my kind of fun.

If you think this girl’s gonna give up or scoot,

You don’t know me—I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots.

Get a little dirt on these faded blue roots.

Swing that hammer, turn that wrench,

Throw some hay or mend that fence.

I was raised to work ‘til the work gets done,

A little hard work’s always been my kind of fun.

If you think this girl’s gonna give up or scoot,

You don’t know me—I ain’t afraid to get dust on my boots.