Bad Luck, Good Boots

[Verse 1]
Born in a town with one red light
Mama said “baby, you’ll be just fine”
Truck broke down on my first date night
She just laughed, said “this is so on-brand for you”
Hand-me-down boots with a busted heel
Lost my job at the cotton mill
Boss said, “son, that’s just the deal”
I tipped my hat, said “guess I’m movin’ on too”
[Chorus]
Bad luck, good boots
I keep walking anyway
Got holes in my plans
But I’m showing up each day
Every wrong turn
Still got me here to you
I got bad luck, good boots
And a heart that won’t quit the truth
[Verse 2]
Storm rolled in on my wedding day
Tin roof singing while the preacher prayed
Her daddy joked, “boy, you sure you’re okay?”
I said, “if it starts with thunder, it can only rise”
Bills stack high on the kitchen chair
Car won’t start and the fridge is bare
She curls up, fingers in my hair
Says, “we got love, and that’s a pretty good prize”
[Chorus]
Bad luck, good boots
I keep walking anyway
Got holes in my plans
But I’m showing up each day
Every wrong turn
Still got me here to you
I got bad luck, good boots
And a heart that won’t quit the truth
[Bridge]
Maybe some folks win the race
I just learn to love the chase (oh yeah)
Every little fall from grace
Puts a little more grit in my smile
[Chorus]
Bad luck, good boots
I keep walking anyway
Got scars on my hands
But they’re proof I chose to stay
Every wrong turn
Still got me here to you
I got bad luck, good boots
Yeah, my bad luck, good boots
And a heart that runs straight to you

country, Upbeat modern country, midtempo swing with bright acoustic guitars, brushed snare, and a friendly walking bass. Male vocals with a grin in the tone; fiddle fills answer key phrases. Chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a simple telecaster hook; bridge strips down to vocal and guitar before a full-band, handclap finale.