Текст песни
Highway stretches out like a story yet untold,
Sunrise painting fire on the fields of gold.
Radio crackles, old Merle on the line,
Chasing down tomorrow, leaving yesterday behind.
Gas station coffee, bitter but it keeps me alive,
Out here on the blacktop, I was born to drive.
The dust is rising, the world is wide,
Freedom's on the seat right by my side.
Every mile I drive, the rearview fades away,
A heart that's been broken, but it still knows how to stay.
I got dust on my boots, wind in my hair,
Dreams in the backseat, I ain't got a care.
The road is my preacher, the sky is my roof,
I'm living my truth with this dust on my boots.
Coffee in a thermos, maps torn at the seams,
A pocket full of nowhere and a pocket full of dreams.
Saw a girl in Amarillo, eyes like midnight rain,
She kissed me on the corner, then she vanished on a train.
In the neon glow of a roadside bar,
I play my six-string, chasing falling stars.
Every stranger's smile feels like a song,
Telling me to keep on moving along.
Life's a long journey where the wild rivers bend,
Every town's a stranger, every night could be a friend.
I got dust on my boots, wind in my hair,
Dreams in the backseat, I ain't got a care.
The road is my preacher, the sky is my roof,
I'm living my truth with this dust on my boots.
Maybe someday I'll settle where the red roses grow,
Build a porch to sit on when the evening winds blow.
But tonight it's just me and that silver moon's glow,
Rolling down the highway where the lost souls go.
Every scar I carry is a story untold,
But my soul's still burning like the outlaw's gold.
I got dust on my boots, fire in my veins,
Every scar a story, every loss a gain.
The road is my preacher, the sky is my proof,
I found who I am in the dust on my boots.
Yeah... dust on my boots... and a whole lotta truth.
Rolling on, rolling on, down this endless road...