Dust-Stained Boots

(one, two, three, let's go)

Old flatbed truck parked down by the fence

Talking big dreams that didn't make much sense

Tommy had a wrench and Sarah had the keys

Laughing in the dust beneath the willow trees

Years roll by

like water in the creek Still the first ones I call when

the week gets bleak

Here's to the ones who pull you out the ditch Who don't

care if you're broke or strike it rich Through flat tires,

broken hearts, and midnight calls

Standing right beside you through it all

(yeah, through it all)

We spent half our twenties

just finding our feet

Trading worn-out stories on the tailgate seat

Now somebody's got a mortgage,

somebody's got a ring

But round this campfire it don't change a thing

Time keeps moving, fast as it can run

We're still the same crazy kids under the sun

Here's to the ones who pull you out the ditch Who don't

care if you're broke

or strike it rich Through flat tires,

broken hearts, and midnight calls

Standing right beside you through it all

When the road gets steep

and the luck runs thin

I look around the room

and I breathe right in

Nobody fights alone in this crew

Here's to the ones who pull you out the ditch Who don't

care if you're broke or strike it rich Through flat tires,

broken hearts, and midnight calls

Standing right beside you through it all

(stand beside you, yeah)

Yeah, here's to you,

boys.

(raise

'em up)