Dust On My Boots

I’ve chewed on dirt and walked through rain

Seen my pride washed down the drain

Spent too many nights with a bottle and a lie

Asking the Lord for the strength to get by But the scars

I carry, they don’t hide no more They’re just road maps of

where I been before

Yeah, I’m still standing,

dust on my boots

Roots gone deep where the hard ground roots

Don’t need no fanfare,

don’t need no crowd

Just a quiet hum in my heart so loud

I made it this far,

and I’m proud, I’m proud

Left a few good women

with tears in their eyes Traded honest work for a gambler’s prize

But the man in the mirror ain’t the one who fell He’s

the one who crawled out of his own private hell And every

mile I dragged that heavy load

Was just another lesson on this lonesome road

Yeah, I’m still standing,

dust on my boots

Roots gone deep where the hard ground roots

Don’t need no fanfare,

don’t need no crowd

Just a quiet hum in my heart so loud

I made it this far,

and I’m proud, I’m proud

They called it failure,

they called it a sin But they never saw where the fight

begins It ain’t in the winning,

it ain’t in the gold It’s in getting back up when you’re

tired and cold And I’m still here,

ain’t that something to hold?

I made it this far

And I’m proud

(Just a quiet hum

in my heart

so loud) I made it this far And I’m proud