Florida Georgia Line - Dirt Lyrics
You get your hands in it plant your roots in itDusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)You write your name on it, spin your tires on itBuild your corn field, whiskeyBonfires on it (dirt)You bet your life on itIs that an old shadeRed roads clay you grew up onThat plowed up groundThat your dadDamned his luck onThat post game party fieldYou circle up onAnd when it rainsYou get stuck onDrift a cloud backBehind county roadsThat you run upAnd mud on her jeansThat she peeled offAnd hung upHer blue eyedSummer time smileLooks so good that it hurtsMakes you wanna buildA 10 percent downWhite picket fence house on this dirtYou've mixed some sweat with itTaken a shovel to itYou've stuck some crosses and some paintedGoal posts through it (dirt)You know you came from it (dirt)And some day you'll return toThis elm shade red rust clayYou grew up onThat plowed up groundThat your dadDamned his luck onThat post game party fieldYou circle up onAnd when it rainsYou get stuck onDrift a cloud backBehind county roadsThat you run upAnd mud on her jeansThat she peeled offAnd hung upHer blue eyedSummer time smileLooks so good that it hurtsMakes you wanna buildA 10 percent downWhite picket fence house on this dirtYou know you came from itDirtAnd some day you'll return toThis elm shade red rust clayYou grew up onThat plowed up groundThat your dadDamned his luck onThat post game party fieldYou circle up onAnd when it rainsYou get stuck onDrift a cloud backBehind county roadsThat you run upAnd mud on her jeansThat she peeled offAnd hung upHer blue eyedSummer time smileLooks so good that it hurtsMakes you wanna buildA 10 percent downWhite picket fence house on this dirtMakes you wanna buildA 10 percent downWhite picket fence house on this dirtYou know you came from itAnd some day you'll return to it
