Your Word

I grew up where a handshake meant something,
No paper needed, just your word.
My old man said, “Son, guard your name,
Break it once, and it won’t hold the same.”

It don’t matter the boots or the truck you drive,
If your word don’t hold, you ain’t worth a dime.
Talk is cheap when your deeds don’t match,
'Cause false talk fades like cigarette smoke.

Trust ain’t born in a single night,
But it crumbles fast when you twist what's right.
So speak slow; let the silence weigh in,
Don’t brag about roads you ain't ever been.

A promise ain’t gold just 'cause it shines;
It's the dirt under your boots that stands the test of time.

A man ain’t measured by what he owns,
But the trail he leaves when he walks alone.
Like a house built low on a shifting hill,
If your word ain't firm, you will tumble downhill.

It don’t matter the boots or the truck you drive,
If your word don’t hold, you ain’t worth a dime.
Talk is cheap when your deeds don’t match,
'Cause false talk fades like cigarette smoke.

Trust ain’t born in a single night,
But it crumbles fast when you twist what's right.
So speak slow; let the silence weigh in,
Don’t brag about roads you ain't ever been.

A promise ain’t gold just 'cause it shines;
It's the dirt under your boots that stands the test of time.

A man ain’t measured by what he owns,
But the trail he leaves when he walks alone.
Like a house built low on a shifting hill,
If your word ain't firm, you will tumble downhill.

A man ain’t measured by what he owns,
But the trail he leaves when he walks alone.
Like a house built low on a shifting hill,
If your word ain't firm, you will tumble downhill.