[Intro] Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick Mouth full of prayers I don’t trust, but I’m saying them quick Headlights carving a path, through a tunnel of brush and rust That old green sign, shot through, leaning like it might fold to dust Name of this town, a whisper, a curse, a story told Feels heavier every mile I roll, a burden bought and sold [Verse] I just need you to cut me a break I'm down to my bottom dollar Lord, please give me a break I'm down to my bottom dollar Porch light flickers Like it’s caught between now and then Gravel starts to Sound like chains underneath my wheels Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick [Verse] I took the long way past the feed store gate Past the broken Coke machine by the laundromat A dog in the ditch didn’t even lift its head It knew my truck by the sound of the rattle in back My hands on the wheel, white-knuckled and plain Like I could steer clean through what I made Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick [Verse] There’s a half-lit trailer with a TV glow A kid on the steps in a Super Bowl shirt I wanted to stop, ask if he ever gets out Or if this road just keeps you and teaches it first But the engine kept humming, stubborn and low Like it had somewhere to be I don’t know Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick [Verse] I passed the church with the plastic flowers Wind bent the fence till it scraped and sang Somebody’s truck was parked by the side entrance Tailgate down, Bible open in the rain I laughed to myself, then I bit it back Ain’t much left in me I can still claim Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick [Verse] At the county line, the pavement got rough And the moon looked cheap in a wire fence halo I saw my own face in the side mirror once Looked tired enough to leave me alone So I kept on driving with the radio off Let the tires talk in that gravel tone Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick [Verse] I reach up And I ask for forgiveness And the light truly comes down I reach up And I realize You're only gonna meet me halfway In this town Dust on my boots, still got some left to kick [Pre-Chorus] I taste freedom And a little blood on the steering wheel I’ve been the rumor I’ve been the prayer they spoke half-sure I’ve been the sinner Sleeping in the back pew [Chorus] Keep your ghosts, keep your ghosts off my bumper I’ve already heard what they know I’m not stopping for the wreckage behind me I got one more mile to go If the dark wants a piece of me, tell it It can meet me out where the lines run cold [Hook – Blend] Lord, please give me a break I'm down to my bottom dollar These county line ghosts keep riding my bumper But hope’s riding shotgun, saying “go” [Bridge] I reach up And I ask for forgiveness And the light truly comes down But I’ve seen a sunrise Crack open a sky this blue If there’s a way out I’m gonna drive straight through [Final Chorus – Call & Response] Keep your ghosts, keep your ghosts off my bumper I’ve already heard what they know (I just need you to cut me a break) I’m not stopping for the wreckage behind me I got one more mile to go If the dark wants a piece of me, tell it It can meet me out where the lines run cold (I'm down to my bottom dollar) Keep your ghosts, keep your ghosts off my bumper But hope’s riding shotgun Saying “go, go” [Outro] Yeah, hope’s riding shotgun, saying “go” This town's got nothing left to show Just dust on my boots, and a long, open road One more mile, then I'm finally home
