You get your hands in it Plant your roots in it Dusty headlight dance with your boots in it (dirt) You write her name on it Spin your tires on it You build your cornfield whiskey bonfires on it (dirt) You bet your life on it(yeah) It's that elm shade red rust clay you grew up on That plowed up ground That your dad damned his luck on That postgame party field you circled up on And when it rains you get stuck on Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up The mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up Her blue eyed summertime 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 someday 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 postgame party field you circled up on And when it rains you get stuck on Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up The mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up Her blue eyed summertime smile looks so good that it hurts Makes you wanna build a 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt(dirt) You know you came from it (dirt) And someday 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 postgame party field you circled up on And when it rains you get stuck on Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up The mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up Her blue eyed summertime 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 someday you’ll return to it