You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
Dusty head lights
Dance with your boots in it
Dirt
You wrote her name on it
Spin your tires on it
Build your corn field
Whiskey bonfires on it
Dirt, you bet your life on it
Its that 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
Dirt
Drift a cloud 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% down
White picket fence on this
Dirt
You mix some sweat with it
Taking a shovel to it
You stuck some some crosses in it
And painted goal posts through it
Damn
You know you came from it
And someday you'll return to it
Dirt
