Sunday Boots

You can always tell those who do more than just talk about something by taking a look at their boots. Get'er done y'all! As a side note, I have a second channel with more faith based songs called 'Wishberry Faith' this song almost made it to that channel. I still have my reservations about where I should have placed it, but either way, I hope y'all like it. In the interest of full disclosure, I used AI to make this. The words are my own. Lyrics Monday morning, sun ain't up, Hot breakfast on an old worn plate. Steel-toed boots by the back door wait, Another long shift, another long day. Hands get dirty, back gets sore, Sweeping dust across the factory floor. Trying to earn every dollar I make, Trying to be the man my daddy raised. I ain't always got the answers, And Lord knows I make mistakes. But I'm trying every day. A Sunday suit and old work boots, A Bible and a toolbox too. A little bit of faith, A whole lot of sweat, Trying to live what I believe is true. I don't always get it right, But I keep showing up and seeing it through. Just a working man Doing the best I can, In my Sunday suit and old work boots. There's a widow down the road alone, So I stop by when I'm headed home. Fix a fence, change a tire, Try to help before I get too tired. The world's got plenty of noise these days, Everybody shouting their own way. But kindness still ain't gone out of style, And grace can travel a country mile. I ain't claiming to be perfect, Just trying to walk the line. One step at a time. A Sunday suit and old work boots, A Bible and a toolbox too. A little bit of faith, A whole lot of sweat, Trying to live what I believe is true. I don't always get it right, But I keep showing up and seeing it through. Just a working man Doing the best I can, In my Sunday suit and old work boots. The preacher talks about loving your neighbor, The hard part comes when Monday rolls around. When the bills stack up, The pressure weighs down, And nobody's handing halos out. That's where faith gets tested, That's where character grows, It's tempting to say "You reap what you sow". It's Sunday suit and old work boots, The same heart in both of them. One kneels in a pew, One stands in the dirt, But they're walking the same road In the end. I don't need a spotlight, Just a chance to do some good. Trying to leave this world A little better than I found it, Like the good Lord says I should. So I'll keep my Sunday suit, And I'll wear these work boots too.