Dust On My Boots (Remastered) - Lee Kernaghan

Written by：Garth Porter/Lee Kernaghan

There's dust on my boots

And a four day growth on my chin

A sink full of dishes

Looks like the rain's settin' in

These days spent in hiding

With rain coming down on my roof

Well I'm going nowhere

Just gathering dust on my boots

Out here on the outskirts

This old caravan is my home

The tyres are flat

Nowhere's a place that I'm going

I can't see the future

Just visiting these memories of you

Well I'm going nowhere

Just gathering dust on my boots

I woke up this morning

Wearin' yesterdays blues

There's no getting over

What I'm going through

My friends try to tell me

I've gotta start living again

But I'm going nowhere

Just gathering dust on my boots

I woke up this morning

Wearin' yesterdays blues

There's no getting over

What I'm going through

So all try to tell me

I've gotta start living again

I'm still going no time

Just gathering dust on my boots

Yeah I'm going nowhere

Just gathering dust on my boots