Dirt

[intro]

[Verse 1]
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it
(dirt)
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on
it (dirt)
You bet your life on it

[Chorus]
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

[Verse 2]
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it (dirt) you know you came from
it (dirt)
and someday you'll return to it

[Chorus]
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on

[Bridge]
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to

[Chorus]
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on

[Próxima Parte]
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

[Outro]
(fade out)
You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it