Dirt by Florida Georgia Line

You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it

Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it

(Dirt, dirt, dirt...)

You write her name on it, spin your tires on it

Build your corn field, whiskey bonfires on it

(Dirt)

You bet your life on it

(Yeah)

[Chorus:]

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 circle 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 ten 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, dirt, dirt...)

You know you came from it (dirt)

And someday 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 postgame 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

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 ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

You know you came from it (dirt)

And someday 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 postgame 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

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 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 someday you'll return to it