Verse 1 Boots hittin’ dirt on the Back Forty line, Sun’s cuttin’ through the haze like a warning sign. This land raised me rough, raised me loud, I’m a backroad rebel standin’ ten feet proud. Pre‑Chorus Every fence post knows my name, Every mile remembers flame. Chorus Boots hittin’ dirt on the Back Forty ground, Where the wild runs deep and the heart stays bound. Crank that amp till the hills all shake, Turn this quiet field into a wildfire wake. Yeah, this place knows what I’m worth — I’m boots hittin’ dirt. Verse 2 Back Forty’s got stories carved in the clay, Echoes of the nights when we’d run and play. Now the guitars scream where the crickets sang, Country roots tangled in a rock‑and‑roll bang. Pre‑Chorus Every fence post knows my name, Every mile remembers flame. Chorus Boots hittin’ dirt on the Back Forty ground, Where the wild runs deep and the heart stays bound. Crank that amp till the hills all shake, Turn this quiet field into a wildfire wake. Yeah, this place knows what I’m worth — I’m boots hittin’ dirt. Bridge (Back Forty Call‑Back) This land ain’t quiet — it roars with me, A stampede heartbeat runnin’ wild and free. Back Forty burnin’ in the heat of July, Boots hittin’ dirt till the day I die. Final Chorus (Full Power) Boots hittin’ dirt on the Back Forty ground, Where the wild runs deep and the heart stays bound. Crank that amp till the hills all shake, Turn this quiet field into a wildfire wake. Yeah, this place knows what I’m worth — I’m boots hittin’ dirt. I’m boots hittin’ dirt.
