Plant your roots in it
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it(dirt)
You write your name in it
Spin your tires on it
Build your corn field whiskey bonfires on it (dirt)
You bet on 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 ten 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 ten 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 ten percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
Makes you wanna build a ten percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
You know you came from it
And some day you'll return to it
Video Clip Florida Georgia Line - Dirt
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