Boots on Concrete

Boots on Concrete
Boots on Concrete

Hard hat riding on the toolbox
Sunset caught in tower glass
Twelve-hour shift, concrete on me
Supervisor finally says we can pack
Cowboy boots under orange laces
Bass from somebody's phone downstairs
I used to hide the drawl in meetings
Now I let it land wherever

Steel in the skyline
Dust still on my heel

Boots on concrete, dust on the skyline
Boots on concrete, country in the high-rise
I can build up here without cutting off where I came from
Boots on concrete, let the whole roof thump

Painter brings a little speaker
Welder pulls a cooler from his truck
Someone claps a two-step pattern
Then the kick comes in and locks it up
Spanish, Southern, city slang
All of it fits on the same beat
Finally this tall building
Feels like somewhere I can keep

I thought moving up meant changing
Every proof of where I had been
I didn't leave my roots, I brought them up the elevator
Concrete dust still on my boots when the night rolled in

Boots on concrete, dust on the skyline

Boots on concrete, country in the high-rise
I can build up here without cutting off where I came from
Boots on concrete, let the whole roof thump

Boots on concrete, let the whole roof thump

Boots on Concrete