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Dust on the Hymnbook is a confessional Red Dirt Country ballad about faith, doubt, and the journey home. It’s a song for those who have prayed in an empty church, who know what the silence after a storm sounds like, and who still search for the light even when the road is dusty and long. Fusing acoustic honesty with raw electrics, slide guitar, the warmth of a Hammond organ, and the gentle pulse of drums, this song carries the spirit of Texas, memories of the past, and the hope of forgiveness. If the song touched you, leave a comment. It’s very important for us to read your thoughts and feel the response of listeners. 🔔 Subscribe and stay on the road with us: / @allroadscountry There’s dust on the hymnbook, cracks in the pew, The preacher's long gone, but I still sit a few. The roof leaks a prayer when the thunder rolls in, But somehow this silence still feels like a hymn. I ain’t no saint, but I’ve walked through the storm, With mud on my boots and a heart that’s been torn. I ain't found salvation, but I ain’t all wrong — Just chasing the light where the lost belong. Mama lit candles when daddy got mean, Said, “Baby, hold tight to what love really means.” Now the wind hums a tune through the cottonwood trees, And I sing with the ghosts on my bended knees. I ain’t no saint, but I’ve walked through the storm, With mud on my boots and a heart that’s been torn. I ain't found salvation, but I ain’t all wrong — Just chasing the light where the lost belong. Red clay remembers each sin and each grace, It don’t care your name, only how you were raised. I ain’t no saint, but I’ve made my own way, Through barrooms and chapels and long yesterdays. If heaven’s out there past this gravel and dawn — I’ll ride ‘til I find where the lost belong. #DustOnTheHymnbook #RedDirtCountry #FaithAndDoubt #AmericanaBallad #AllRoadsCountry #CountrySoul #SouthernGospelVibes