She loves the red in a sunsetHer coffee black, her tequila clearShe's crazy 'bout my bluetick houndLoves the green on my John DeereShe's all about silver and goldBut what she loves the mostIt's on my truck, it's on my bootsOn generations of my rootsI bring it home, I track it inBut it don't bother herI walk in looking like a long dayShe loves to wipe it off my faceSays, "Boy, let's get you out of this shirt"Her favorite color's dirtIt's under my nails, it's who I amIt's what we built our world onIt's what our road is made ofAnd all you see when the corn is goneIt's on my truck, it's on my bootsOn generations of my rootsI bring it home, I track it inBut it don't bother herI walk in looking like a long dayShe loves to wipe it off my faceSays, "Boy, let's get you out of this shirt"Her favorite color's dirtHer favorite color's dirtShe's all about silver and goldBut what she loves the mostIt's on my truck, it's on my bootsOn generations of my rootsI bring it home, I track it inBut it don't bother herI walk in looking like a long dayShe loves to wipe it off my faceSays, "Boy, let's get you out of this shirt"Her favorite color's dirtOoh, her favorite color's dirt
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She loves the red in a sunset
Her coffee black, her tequila clear
She's crazy 'bout my bluetick hound
Loves the green on my John Deere
She's all about silver and gold
But what she loves the most
It's on my truck, it's on my boots
On generations of my roots
I bring it home, I track it in
But it don't bother her
I walk in looking like a long day
She loves to wipe it off my face
Says, "Boy, let's get you out of this shirt"
Her favorite color's dirt
It's under my nails, it's who I am
It's what we built our world on
It's what our road is made of
And all you see when the corn is gone
It's on my truck, it's on my boots
On generations of my roots
I bring it home, I track it in
But it don't bother her
I walk in looking like a long day
She loves to wipe it off my face
Says, "Boy, let's get you out of this shirt"
Her favorite color's dirt
Her favorite color's dirt
She's all about silver and gold
But what she loves the most
It's on my truck, it's on my boots
On generations of my roots
I bring it home, I track it in
But it don't bother her
I walk in looking like a long day
She loves to wipe it off my face
Says, "Boy, let's get you out of this shirt"
Her favorite color's dirt
Ooh, her favorite color's dirt
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