The Dust and the Grace V2R

Made with Suno AI, Google Flow, and CapCut [Intro] (Steady four-on-the-floor kick drum, building into a driving acoustic guitar strum) [Verse 1] Dust on my boots at the break of the day Sixteen years old and there’s no time to play Climbing the cab of that old John Deere Shifting the gears through another hard year Chasing the horizon through fields of gold Learning the stories that never get old [Pre-Chorus] My old man said, "Look out at this land, You build up your life with the sweat of your hand." [Chorus] Out in the Midwest, under the blue You do what you love and you stay what is true With a solid compass and a prayer in the dark Growing up heavy with a fire in your heart Yeah, the dust and the grace, we held the line Harvesting dreams on a combine time [Verse 2] Friday night lights and the chalk on the field Monday morning back to the dirt and the yield Driving the combine through valleys of wheat Racing the rain in the August heat Sitting in class with a mind miles away Thinking of roots that were growing to stay [Pre-Chorus] Teacher talked future, but I already knew The strength of the soil was what carried me through [Chorus] Out in the Midwest, under the blue You do what you love and you stay what is true With a solid compass and a prayer in the dark Growing up heavy with a fire in your heart Yeah, the dust and the grace, we held the line Harvesting dreams on a combine time [Instrumental Solo] (Short, crunchy overdriven electric guitar solo) [Verse 3] Met a girl by the river where the willow trees bend Turned my world upside down, made me more than a friend She held my rough hands, didn't care about the grime Told me we’d conquer this life one day at a time Caps in the air on a warm night in May Graduation day, and we were on our way [Bridge] (Acoustic guitar and a bright piano accent) Gold rings and white lace under church steeple lights Saying our vows for the rest of our nights Same dirt, new house, and a family to raise Thanking the Lord for these beautiful days [Guitar Solo] (Epic, soaring classic rock guitar solo) [Verse 4] Now I look at my boy as he climbs in the seat Of that same old tractor on this gravel street Passing the torch to the next in the line Watching the years disappear like the wine The values we built are the ones that remain Through the sun and the drought and the pouring rain [Chorus] Out in the Midwest, under the blue You do what you love and you stay what is true With a solid compass and a prayer in the dark Growing up heavy with a fire in your heart Yeah, the dust and the grace, we held the line Harvesting dreams on a combine time [Guitar Solo] (Epic, soaring classic rock guitar solo) [Chorus] Out in the Midwest, under the blue You do what you love and you stay what is true With a solid compass and a prayer in the dark Growing up heavy with a fire in your heart Yeah, the dust and the grace, we held the line Harvesting dreams on a combine time [Outro] Yeah, on a combine time... Dust and the grace... [End]