Fireside Hollow Ballad

There’s a sunrise on the barracks,

paintin’ gold across the ground,

And a row of worn-out boots stand ready,

never makin’ a sound.

They’ve walked through fire,

walked through fear, through the storms and through the sand,

Carryin’ every hope

we’ve got across this land.

So here’s to the soldiers,

standin’ tall when nights get rough,

Hearts made of courage,

steel, and love

— yeah, that’s the stuff.

Every mile, every fight,

every promise kept for us…

We honor you, heroes,

with your boots in the dust.

There’s a letter in a pocket,

folded soft from years gone by,

Words from home that kept ’em steady

underneath a foreign sky.

And when the world gets heavy,

they still rise and never bend,

’Cause freedom’s worth defendin’,

time and time again.

We honor you, heroes,

with your boots in the dust.

(boots in the dust...)