Florida Georgia Line – Dirt Chords

You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (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

It’s that elm shade, red roads clay you grew up on, that plowed up ground
That your dad, damned his luck on, that post game 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, 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 that elm shade, red roads clay you grew up on, that plowed up ground
That your dad, damned his luck on, that post game 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, summer time 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 cam from it (dirt), and some day you’ll return to it

This that elm shade, red roads clay you grew up on, that plowed up ground
That your dad, damned his luck on, that post game 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, 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, (dirt)
You know you came from it and some day you?ll return to it