Tom: C
[intro] C F G
[Verse 1]
C F G
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it (dirt)
C F G
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it (dirt)
G
You bet your life on it
[Chorus]
C
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on
F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
G Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Em G C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
[Verse 2]
C
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it
F G
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it (dirt) you know you came from it (dirt)
G
and someday you'll return to it
[Chorus]
C
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
G Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Em G C F
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
[Bridge]
G G
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to
[Chorus]
C
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
G Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Em G C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
Em G C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
[Outro]
C, F, G C (fade out)
You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it
