Outlaw country mixing Waylon Jennings vocals with

[Intro – twangy electric guitar riff, soft fiddle hum] Dust settles on the porch rail Sun dips low on the county trail [Verse 1 – steady acoustic guitar strum, subtle snare tap] Got a busted truck with a rusted frame A pocket full of change and a last name to claim Crop got drowned in the springtime rain Boss man’s bark’s louder than his pay day gain [Verse 1 Continued – fiddle weaves in, bass line deepens] Roof leaks when the thunder rolls Coffee’s black and the bread’s gone stale Kids need shoes, the dog needs a bone Some days it feels like I’m fighting a losing tone [Pre-Chorus – building fiddle, tighter drum beat] But when the moon hangs high and the crickets sing I forget the ache and the broken things There’s a peace out here that the city don’t bring It’s in the wind and the way the firelight swings [Chorus – full band, twangy guitar solo tease, bold vocals] Dust on my boots, fire in my soul This rough old life’s got a hold that won’t let go Dirt under nails, stars above my head Ain’t no diamond that could outshine this bed Dust on my boots, fire in my soul The hard times hurt but the good times make it whole Country life’s tough but it’s mine to keep Ain’t no place I’d rather be asleep [Verse 2 – acoustic guitar leads, fiddle harmonies] Spent all night fixing the fence line Woke up early to mend the wine Neighbor brought pie when the cow died Small town love don’t need a fancy sign [Verse 2 Continued – bass picks up, snare snaps] Hunted a deer when the winter came Shared the meat with the family down the lane Sat on the porch and watched the rain Talked about old times till the sun came again [Pre-Chorus 2 – fiddle swells, drums build] When the rooster crows and the dawn breaks bright I feel the weight lift off my tired fight There’s a freedom here that’s worth every bite It’s in the land and the way the fire burns bright [Chorus 2 – louder band, electric guitar solo, layered vocals] Dust on my boots, fire in my soul This rough old life’s got a hold that won’t let go Dirt under nails, stars above my head Ain’t no diamond that could outshine this bed Dust on my boots, fire in my soul The hard times hurt but the good times make it whole Country life’s tough but it’s mine to keep Ain’t no place I’d rather be asleep [Bridge – stripped back acoustic guitar, soft fiddle, intimate vocals] I don’t need skyscrapers or neon lights Just a good dog, a guitar, and my baby’s eyes The road’s been hard but I’m still alive This country blood’s gonna keep me thriving [Chorus 3 – full band crescendo, fiddle solo, powerful vocals] Dust on my boots, fire in my soul This rough old life’s got a hold that won’t let go Dirt under nails, stars above my head Ain’t no diamond that could outshine this bed Dust on my boots, fire in my soul The hard times hurt but the good times make it whole Country life’s tough but it’s mine to keep Ain’t no place I’d rather be asleep [Outro – fading guitar, soft fiddle hum] Dust settles on the porch rail Sun dips low on the county trail