Florida Georgia Line - Dirt lyrics
rate me(Verse)
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!
(Chorus)
Is that an old shade, red roads clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground, that your dad, damned his luck
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
As 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
(Verse)
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
(Chorus)
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 the ten percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
(Bridge)
You know you came from it (dirt)
And some day you’ll return to this
(Chorus)
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 the 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
