Rider of Verses

Boots in the dust,

heart in a hymn

He learned the road from a wagon wheel And the weight of

a word from a winter field Hands like leather,

eyes like rain He carried mercy through the smoke and strain Half

cowboy, half soldier, all grit and grace

With a psalm in his pocket and dirt on his face

When the night got mean and the daylight broke He gave his

fear to the breath he spoke Saying I'm a cowboy,

soldier, poet son

I ride, I stand,

I sing till the hurting's done

From the campfire spark to the morning sun

I hold my ground,

I write what must be sung

Cowboy, soldier, poet son

Cowboy, soldier, poet

son

He kissed his love by a broken gate Told her don't let

your faith come late Then he crossed that line where the young

men shake

And the earth keeps count of the vows we make When the

guns went quiet he still heard names So he turned those ghosts

into verses and flames

If I fall, let it be with a tune on my tongue

If I live, let me live like the truth is young Let

my hands build peace where the old wounds run

I'm a cowboy, soldier,

poet son

I ride, I stand,

I sing till the hurting's done

From the campfire spark to the morning sun

I hold my ground,

I write what must be sung

Cowboy, soldier, poet son

Cowboy, soldier, poet

son

Boots in the dust,

heart in a hymn

(ooh) Still singing