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[Verse 1] Dust on my boots, hay in my hair, A crooked fence and a broken-down chair, I knew every stone on the old dirt road, But never the weight of a two-handed sword. The village laughed when I took the blade, Said "Boy, you're built for the plow, not the parade," But the steel felt right, like a promise kept, And I swore that night I'd learn what I hadn't yet. [Chorus] From old country bumpkin to master swordsman, Every scar I earned is a lesson I understand, The fields I left are calling my name, But the blade in my hand is a different flame. I traded the straw for a crown of steel, And the heart of a farmer learned how to kneel— Not to kings, but to the art of the fight, From old country bumpkin to master of light. [Verse 2] The first swing was clumsy, the stance was wrong, I fell in the mud where the geese sang their song, But I rose with the dawn, and I trained till the moon, Carved my name in the bark of a rune. The masters they whispered, "He's not one of us," But I broke their doubt like a rusted plow's rust, Now the taverns all murmur, the bards sing my tale, Of the boy with the straw who learned to prevail. [Bridge] The wind still smells like the hay I know, But it carries the clash of a distant foe, And I wonder if home would even know The man who left with a heart so slow. I've got calluses now that aren't from the scythe, And a gaze that cuts sharper than any knife, But the soil in my soul still hums alive, A root and a rose, both learning to thrive. [Chorus] From old country bumpkin to master swordsman, Every scar I earned is a lesson I understand, The fields I left are calling my name, But the blade in my hand is a different flame. I traded the straw for a crown of steel, And the heart of a farmer learned how to kneel— Not to kings, but to the art of the fight, From old country bumpkin to master of light. [Outro] So if you see me on the road ahead, With a weathered grip and a steady tread, Don't ask where I'm from—just ask where I've been, From the dirt to the dance, I'm the same and I'm new, Old country bumpkin, master swordsman, it's true.