Dirt

You get your hands in it Plant your roots in it Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)
You write your name on it Spin your tires on it Build your corn field, whiskey
Bonfires on it (dirt)
You bet your life on it 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 eyed
Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
You’ve mixed 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 some day you’ll return to This elm shade red rust 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 eyed
Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
You know you came from it (dirt)
And some day you’ll return to This elm shade red rust 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 eyed
Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
You know you came from it And some day you’ll return to it