Florida Georgia Line — Dirt lyrics

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