Lyrics

That ain't just dirt That ain't just dust blowin' That ain't just nothing but an old fishin' hole Ain't just some rooster crowin' It's where I learned how to be a boy Washed in the blood and red dirt mud Kinda glad I didn't have a choice So girl, just kick back in that shotgun Let me show you where I'm from Girl, where I'm from Might look like nothin' but gravel roads And tractors rollin' over them fields And prayin' that we get a little rain soon And cuttin' loose in the hand-me-down wheels And knockin' them Friday night beers back By the train tracks and thinkin' that I'd never miss this place when I got gone But that's the ground I grew up on Yeah, that's the ground I grew up on Girl, don't blink You might miss it all It's where I could fix anything I broke, but the law It was hard to leave Girl, that's the truth But you know if I'd stuck around this little town, I'd never've found you Might look like nothin' but gravel roads And tractors rollin' over them fields And prayin' that we get a little rain soon And cuttin' loose in hand-me-down wheels And knockin' them Friday night beers back By the train tracks and thinkin' that I'd never miss this place when I got gone But that's ground I grew up on Yeah, that's the ground grew up on Where the tales are as the corn grows Baby, who knows if we're lucky Maybe one day at our back door Might look like nothin' but gravel roads And tractors rollin' over them fields And prayin' that we get a little rain soon And cuttin' loose in hand-me-down wheels And knockin' them Friday night beers back By the train tracks and thinkin' that I'd never miss this place when I got gone But lookin' back, I couldn't have been more wrong 'Cause that's the ground I grew up on Yeah, that's the ground I grew up on
Writer(s): Brett Beavers, Brandon Kinney, Josh Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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