Dust on My Boots, Love in My Hands

I was raised where the porch lights flicker where your word means more than

your name Spent my youth chasing noise and trouble Learned the hard

way what needed to change Memphis beats in a old Ford pickup bass

knocking down a two lane road country songs taught me how to love and fight

but that city rhythm taught me how to flyyyyyy Then life hit different one morning

when a tiny hand held tight to mine Suddenly every rough edge moment felt

like a lesson I survived now it's dust on my boots and love in

my hands Trying to show my kids the kind of man I am