Dust on My Bible, Mud on My Boots (Folk-Gospel Fingerpicked)

[Verse 1] Sun up in the kitchen Coffee stain on page John 3 Highlighter through my sleeping You been preaching back to me Truck keys on the counter But I linger on that line “Come weary Come broken” Guess that headline fits me fine [Chorus] I got dust on my Bible Mud on my boots Heart full of questions Hands full of roots You keep finding your way Through my ordinary days If your grace can run down country roads Then I’m already on my way home [Verse 2] Radio plays Sunday But it’s Tuesday in my chest Half belief and half regret Pulled tight inside my vest I ain’t got all the answers Just a whisper and a song “If you’re still calling my name I’m still trying to sing along” [Chorus] I got dust on my Bible Mud on my boots Heart full of questions Hands full of roots You keep finding your way Through my ordinary days If your grace can run down country roads Then I’m already on my way home [Bridge] Maybe faith ain’t mountain-top Maybe faith is gravel road One more step through all the stop Trusting you already know So I’ll carry this tattered book And this stubborn Stumbling soul If you walked it once in sandals You can walk me through these holes (oh yeah) [Chorus] I got dust on my Bible Mud on my boots Heart full of questions Hands full of roots You keep finding your way Through my ordinary days If your love can turn this dirt to gold Then I’m already on my way home