Muddy Boots
Alex Wilson
Description
A reflective country ballad about finding contentment in a simple, rural life and the stories etched into the well-worn boots of a hardworking man. Features a gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar, a steady, melodic bassline, subtle fiddle accents, and warm, heartfelt male vocals. The song evokes a sense of nostalgia, resilience, and deep connection to the land.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] The creek’s runnin’ low, the sky’s burnin’ red, Gravel roads stretch where angels won’t tread. Dust on my hands, sweat on my brow, This life ain’t easy, but it’s mine somehow. [Chorus] Muddy boots by the door, they’ve seen it all, From summer storms to the frost of fall. Each scuff and crack tells a story true, Of a life well worn in these muddy boots. [Verse 2] Mama’s voice hums in the evening breeze, Daddy’s old porch swing creaks in the trees. The world’s moved on, but I stay right here, With calloused hands and a heart sincere. [Prechorus] Every step I’ve taken, through thick and thin, These boots have carried where dreams begin. [Chorus] Muddy boots by the door, they’ve seen it all, From summer storms to the frost of fall. Each scuff and crack tells a story true, Of a life well worn in these muddy boots. [Bridge] Through the fields of sorrow, the hills of grace, These boots have walked every rugged place. And when I’m gone, they’ll tell my tale, Of a life that stood through the strongest gale. [Verse 3] My boy asks me, "Dad, what's it all worth?" Lookin' at this old land, this patch of earth. I point down at my boots, caked in clay, "Son, it's the stories you make every day." [Chorus] Muddy boots by the door, they’ve seen it all, From summer storms to the frost of fall. Each scuff and crack tells a story true, Of a life well worn in these muddy boots. [Outro] Muddy boots, standing tall, Heard the Lord's and the Devil's call. In these muddy boots, I stand so true, My muddy boots, they've seen me through.