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AI production ONLY. Vocal Melody & Lyrics 100% written by David Nicastro                                                                                                            

Lyrics:

                                                  
Dust On His Boots
(David Nicastro)


He worked the line all his years
From sun up till the sun went down
Left behind sweat blood and tears
As he leaves today he'll head on into town

(Chorus)
He walks through the door pulls up his stool
Smoke in the air and his drink’s waiting there
Funny how he blends into this place
With the dust on his boots and the lines on his face

Sun burned so hot he prayed for rain
Nailing in his final stay
His hands so numb can’t feel the pain
As he heads on home he'll make a stop along the way

(Chorus)
He walks through the door pulls up his stool
Smoke in the air and his drink’s waiting there
Funny how he blends into this place
With the dust on his boots and the lines on his face

Years have left their mark on his skin
From stringing up that devils rope
He'll talk about all the towns he's been in
While he lives somewhere between reason and hope

(Chorus)
He walks through the door pulls up his stool
Smoke in the air and his drink’s waiting there
Funny how he blends into this place
With the dust on his boots and the lines on his face



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