Ain’t No Saints Wearin’ Boots
The song launches with punchy southern rock guitars, laid atop a driving outlaw country rhythm section. Verses spotlight rich southern male vocals, supported by subtle organ swells. The chorus erupts into a soaring gospel-infused anthem, complete with layered harmonies and tambourine.
Ain’t No Saints Wearin’ Boots
The song launches with punchy southern rock guitars, laid atop a driving outlaw country rhythm section. Verses spotlight rich southern male vocals, supported by subtle organ swells. The chorus erupts into a soaring gospel-infused anthem, complete with layered harmonies and tambourine.
Lyrics
Lyrics by Steven R. Drennon, ©️ 2025
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Instrumental Intro
Verse 1
I was raised on dust and diesel smoke,
Showed respect when the old men spoke.
Mama prayed that I’d find the light,
But I chased the moon nearly ev'ry night.
Learned my lessons in barroom brawls,
Had some nights I couldn't sleep at all.
Ain’t no halo hangin’ ‘round my head,
Just a Stetson hat for the life I've led.
Chorus
We’ve all got scars we try to hide,
Some secrets buried deep inside.
You can’t be clean and walk this road,
When you carry a heavy load.
The righteous rest while sinners roam,
But every heart still seeks a home.
You can change your clothes, but not your roots,
'Cause there ain’t no saints wearin’ boots.
Verse 2
Seen good men fall and bad ones rise,
Heard lots of sweet talk maskin' lies.
I've knelt down low, I’ve cursed the sky,
Done what I needed to just get by.
Ain’t no preacher here in my soul,
Just a drifter tryin’ to feel whole.
If I get judged for what I’ve done,
I know I won't be the only one.
Chorus
We’ve all got scars we try to hide,
Some secrets buried deep inside.
You can’t be clean and walk this road,
When you carry a heavy load.
The righteous rest while sinners roam,
But every heart still seeks a home.
You can change your clothes, but not your roots,
'Cause there ain’t no saints wearin’ boots.
Bridge
So raise your glass if you’ve been scarred,
'Cause life’s dealt you the wrong damned card.
We’re all just prayin’ for somethin’ true,
But the world don’t owe nothin' to you.
Chorus
We’ve all got scars we try to hide,
Some secrets buried deep inside.
You can’t be clean and walk this road,
When you carry a heavy load.
The righteous rest while sinners roam,
But every heart still seeks a home.
You can change your clothes, but not your roots,
'Cause there ain’t no saints wearin’ boots.
Outro