Hymns & Hustle

(ooh,

Lord)

(hallelujah,

yeah)

My boots are dirty,

but my soul is clean

I found a path that I had never seen

Behind the wheel, I felt the heavy load

But grace is waiting at the gravel road

There is a light

breaking through the pines (amen)

Raise your hands, let the rhythm move your soul

Let the heavy waters wash you clean and whole (hallelujah) From the

valley to the mountain peak,

we stand

Country faith and southern beats across the land

I count my blessings

in the morning sun

A brand new chapter has at last begun

No longer running from the things of old

I'm walking steady on a street of gold

We got that old time religion with a new style flow Where

the red clay meets the beat below (preach)

Let the spirit rise,

let the drums roll slow

(let it go, let it go)

Raise your hands, let the rhythm move your soul

Let the heavy waters wash you clean and whole (hallelujah) From the

valley to the mountain peak,

we stand

Country faith and southern beats across the land

(yeah,

keep it moving) (amen)