Dirt lyrics

You get your hands in it

Plant your roots in it

Dusty headlights dance with your boots in it

Dirt

You write your name on it

Spin your tires on it

Build your cornfield, whiskey

Bonfires on it

Dirt

You bet your life on it

It's that old 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'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

• Artist:Florida Georgia Line
• Album:Anything Goes (Deluxe Version)