Mud on My Boots Fire in My Heart

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, the rooster crows at the break of dawn, I lace my boots, got a field to mow down. Calloused hands and a sweat-soaked shirt, Ain’t no clock-out when the dirt gets stirred. This ol’ tractor hums like a broken hymn, But the crops don’t grow if the work gets thin. Got a heart that’s wild, got a soul that’s true, Red clay stains on a skyline blue. [Chorus] Mud on my boots, fire in my heart, Ain’t no storm gonna tear this spark apart. From the river’s edge to the pines so tall, I’ll bleed my sweat, give my all, my all. Yeah, the grind’s tough, but the love runs deep, A working man’s promise I aim to keep. Mud on my boots, fire in my heart, This land’s my b***d, and I’ll play my part. [Verse 2] Friday night lights in a two-bit town, Cold beer laughs as the sun goes down. But Monday morn’, I’m back in the f***t, Chasing the dawn through the still moonlight. My old dog trails with a waggin’ grin, Weathered face but the fire within. Ain’t much glory in a plowman’s song, But the earth don’t lie when you get it wrong. [Chorus] Mud on my boots, fire in my heart, Ain’t no storm gonna tear this spark apart. From the river’s edge to the pines so tall, I’ll bleed my sweat, give my all, my all. Yeah, the grind’s tough, but the love runs deep, A working man’s promise I aim to keep. Mud on my boots, fire in my heart, This land’s my b***d, and I’ll play my part. [Bridge] Some folks chase a city sky, But my roots run where the corn grows high. Through the dust and the rain and the cold, hard years, This dirt’s my truth, and I’ll d***n my fears. [Chorus] Mud on my boots, fire in my heart, Ain’t no storm gonna tear this spark apart. From the river’s edge to the pines so tall, I’ll bleed my sweat, give my all, my all. Yeah, the grind’s tough, but the love runs deep, A working man’s promise I aim to keep. Mud on my boots, fire in my heart, This land’s my b***d, and I’ll play my part. [Outro]