Boots on the Ground - Frank Foster

I’m the son of a small town

Where everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down

Amazing grace still has a place and the lost can still get found

Where them eight point bucks

And them custom deluxe trucks are still runnin' around

There’s a good Lord up above where I’m from

And there’s boots on the ground

Blood sweat and tears, sun to sun

Workin’s just part of livin', Lord, where I come from

Barefoot, backwoods, blue collar, a bit of it all

Tonight I’m shinin' my shotgun 'cause today was a hot one

And I’m just waiting on the fall, what say y’all?

And I’m the son of a small town

Where everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down

Amazing grace still has a place and the lost can still get found

Where them eight point bucks

And them custom deluxe trucks are still runnin' around

There’s a good Lord up above where I’m from

And there’s boots on the ground

There’s love in this land, dirt on these hands

Pride in this family name

Plow breaks the ground

The seeds are put down and a prayer goes up for rain

And I work the rigs like my daddy did

And put some roots in these here rows

And if the leather hold, I’ll put some more miles on these soles

I’m the son of a small town

Where everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down

Amazing grace still has a place and the lost can still get found

Where them eight point bucks

And them custom deluxe trucks are still runnin' around

There’s a good Lord up above where I’m from

And there’s boots on the ground