White Dirt

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