Lyrics
Kicked up dust in a midnight run Back roads buzzing like a loaded gun Left town lights in the rearview glow If it’s paved, we probably don’t wanna go Got a cooler rattling in the bed Muddy tires, no regrets Every mile’s a middle finger salute To clean lines and Sunday suits Ain’t trying to shine, just trying to move Let the night decide what we’re gonna do Got red clay on my boots (hey) Still shaking from the backroad truth Hands up, screaming out the proof This life hits harder when it’s loose Yeah red clay on my boots Mud on the heart, nothing to lose If it ain’t loud, wild, or bulletproof I don’t want it — red clay on my boots (oh yeah) Headlights cutting through pine tree smoke Laughing loud like we broke the code Radio banging like it owes us money Whole damn world feeling kind of funny Barbed wire scars on the side of town We don’t clean ‘em up, we wear ‘em proud If the night falls apart, we’ll glue it back With cheap beer faith and a midnight map No plan written, no rules to choose Just a long dirt line and a tank full of fuel Got red clay on my boots (come on) Every scar’s a badge of truth We don’t polish up the proof We let it bleed, we let it loose Yeah red clay on my boots Gravel soul and a reckless fuse If it don’t shake, stomp, or break the rules I don’t want it — red clay on my boots Stomp it out, let it hit the ground This ain’t pretty, this is us right now No filter nights, no dress code Just a heartbeat thumping down a dirt road Got red clay on my boots (oh yeah) Still running on the truth Let it ring till the sunrise moves Let it burn till the night falls through Yeah red clay on my boots This life ain’t clean, but it’s bulletproof If it ain’t loud, wild, or made to move I don’t want it — red clay on my boots Red clay (hey) On my boots (oh oh)
Lyrics
Kicked up dust in a midnight run Back roads buzzing like a loaded gun Left town lights in the rearview glow If it’s paved, we probably don’t wanna go Got a cooler rattling in the bed Muddy tires, no regrets Every mile’s a middle finger salute To clean lines and Sunday suits Ain’t trying to shine, just trying to move Let the night decide what we’re gonna do Got red clay on my boots (hey) Still shaking from the backroad truth Hands up, screaming out the proof This life hits harder when it’s loose Yeah red clay on my boots Mud on the heart, nothing to lose If it ain’t loud, wild, or bulletproof I don’t want it — red clay on my boots (oh yeah) Headlights cutting through pine tree smoke Laughing loud like we broke the code Radio banging like it owes us money Whole damn world feeling kind of funny Barbed wire scars on the side of town We don’t clean ‘em up, we wear ‘em proud If the night falls apart, we’ll glue it back With cheap beer faith and a midnight map No plan written, no rules to choose Just a long dirt line and a tank full of fuel Got red clay on my boots (come on) Every scar’s a badge of truth We don’t polish up the proof We let it bleed, we let it loose Yeah red clay on my boots Gravel soul and a reckless fuse If it don’t shake, stomp, or break the rules I don’t want it — red clay on my boots Stomp it out, let it hit the ground This ain’t pretty, this is us right now No filter nights, no dress code Just a heartbeat thumping down a dirt road Got red clay on my boots (oh yeah) Still running on the truth Let it ring till the sunrise moves Let it burn till the night falls through Yeah red clay on my boots This life ain’t clean, but it’s bulletproof If it ain’t loud, wild, or made to move I don’t want it — red clay on my boots Red clay (hey) On my boots (oh oh)
