Dust on My Boots

[Verse 1]

Got a coffee can of quarters

On the dash of this old Ford

Truck seat ripped and leaning

Still gets me where I’m going, Lord

Mama’s picture in the visor

Little Bible in the door

I ain’t got much to brag on

But I ain’t asking for much more

[Chorus]

Long as there’s dust on my boots

And dirt under these nails

I’ll keep my head down

Let my heart tell the tales

You can keep your easy street

And your high-rolling suits

I’ll take sweat, rain, and roots

And a little dust on my boots

[Verse 2]

Got a Monday morning shovel

Friday night two-step ring

Same calloused hands are holding

This chipped-up wedding ring (oh yeah)

My neighbor needs a favor

He don’t have to say a word

We been trading time and tools

Since back roads were still dirt

[Chorus]

Long as there’s dust on my boots

And dirt under these nails

I’ll keep my head down

Let my heart tell the tales

You can keep your easy street

And your high-rolling suits

I’ll take sweat, rain, and roots

And a little dust on my boots

[Bridge]

If I ever touch a big check

Or see my name in light

Let me still miss supper

To fix a fence at night

Keep my pride in my pocket

So small it can’t be found

When I lose that old red clay

That’s when I’ve lost my ground

[Chorus]

Long as there’s dust on my boots

And dirt under these nails

I’ll keep my head down

Let my heart tell the tales

You can keep your easy street

And your high-rolling suits

I’ll take sweat, rain, and roots

Yeah, I’ll take sweat, rain, and roots

And a little dust on my boots