[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.
