Mud On My Boots

Grew up where the gravel turns to dust in the wind Trucks lined up, tailgates full of folks gettin' in Cornfields stretch like a runway path Where the bonfire burns and the speakers blast Mama told me, "Boy, keep your head up high" So I ride these dirt roads like I own the sky Ain't a streetlight in sight, just the fireflies glow And a twelve-pack chillin' in a rusted-out rowboat Bass hit deep, rattle that tailgate Mud-slingin' sideways, ride like a heavyweight Four-wheel drive, let it rip through the creek Tires spinnin' like my mind when I ain't had no sleep Got my boots in the dirt, my grind in the game From the sticks to the city, they all know my name I ain't switchin' for the fame, I just doubled up the hustle Put a mic in my hands, now I'm flexin' all muscle Mmm, every scar on my hands tell a story Every step that I take for the glory Ain't no shame in the way that I live Got dirt in my soul, but I still forgive Man, I came up broke, made somethin' outta nothin' Took them county fair dreams, turned 'em into real discussions Now they talkin' 'bout the kid from the backwoods town Who made beats slap harder than a sawed-off round Ain't no Hollywood lights, just the glow of the pine Moonshine in the jar, yeah, we doin' just fine If you ever wanna know where my heart belongs It's where the rooster crows and the river runs strong