Wayne Orr

(Verse 1)
Started with a pickup, a heart full of steel,
Dirt-road dreams and a rusty wheel.
Sweat on my brow, callouses on my palms,
Chasin’ that horizon through the quiet and the storms.

Mama said, “Son, don’t let the doubters win,”
So I worked every sunrise, let the fire within
Burn through the ache, through the blisters and rain,
Till that far-off promise felt closer than the pain.

(Chorus)
Oh, it’s dusty boots and glory,
A long, hard-told story.
Every mile, every scar,
Led me right where you are.
When the climb meets the sky,
And your “why” outshines the “try,”
That’s dusty boots and glory—
Sweet victory’s tune in my veins.

(Verse 2)
Midnights in the fields, hummin’ old hymns,
Blistered strings on my guitar, singin’ hope through the dim.
Met the devil at the crossroads, but I turned him down—
“I’ll take the long way ‘round to my crown.”

(Chorus)
Oh, it’s dusty boots and glory,
A long, hard-told story.
Every mile, every scar,
Led me right where you are.
When the climb meets the sky,
And your “why” outshines the “try,”
That’s dusty boots and glory—
Sweet victory’s tune in my veins.

(Bridge)
The darkest nights crack before the dawn,
A tired soul learns to lean on the song.
Fingers bled, but the melody stayed strong—
Now I’m standin’ where I swore I’d belong.

(Chorus)
Oh, it’s dusty boots and glory,
A long, hard-told story.
Every mile, every scar,
Led me right where you are.
When the climb meets the sky,
And your “why” outshines the “try,”
That’s dusty boots and glory—
Sweet victory’s tune in my veins.

(Outro)
So here’s to the grind, the falls, the fight,
The whiskey-sipped truths on a porch late at night.
When the dirt clears, and the dream’s in your grip—
That’s dusty boots, wild hearts, and a life fully lived.