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
