[Verse 1] Sun comin’ up Same old street Sixty-two but I’m still on my feet Started work at seventeen Earned every scar Every dream
[Verse 2] By twenty-four I led the way Built somethin’ solid Day by day Hands in the dust Heart in the deal Turnin’ those blueprints into steel
[Chorus] Still on my feet Still standin’ tall Seen good times rise Watched bad times fall Every hard year stitched into these seams I’m a little more worn But I’m still on my feet Still carryin’ all my dreams
[Bridge] Kids all grown Got lives of their own (oh yeah) I drive past the shop See the name in the stone Smile at the cracks in the road that I know They held me up as I learned to grow
[Chorus] Still on my feet Still standin’ tall Seen good times rise Watched bad times fall Every hard year stitched into these seams I’m a little more worn But I’m still on my feet Still carryin’ all my dreams
A zene stílusa
Warm Americana ballad with male vocals, brushed drums, fingerpicked acoustic and mellow pedal steel. Verses stay intimate and close-mic; chorus opens with harmony stacks and a steady train beat. Subtle organ pad swells under the bridge, final chorus drops to vocal-and-guitar then blooms with full band and a singalong tag.