Dirt - Florida Georgia Line

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