Boots On Beats

(yee-haw) Dust on my boots,

static on the dial Been driving this highway mile after mile Got

a pocket of dreams and a mind full of doubts Trying to

figure what this life is about

But the engine keeps humming its own sweet song

And the road keeps rolling all night long

We ride through the dirt,

we ride through the clay

Chasing the sun at the end of the day From the city

streets to the open plains Some things change,

but the roots remain

(yeah, they remain)

Concrete jungle back to the old dirt path Subtracting the drama,

doing the math Got a wood-grain wheel,

got a high-tech dash

Old-school soul in a modern-day splash

Sometimes you gotta get lost to find

The peace of mind you left behind (hummmmm)

We ride through the dirt,

we ride through the clay

Chasing the sun at the end of the day From the city

streets to the open plains Some things change,

but the roots remain

(roots remain)

Yeah,

the roots remain (uh-huh)

Just ride on out