There's a bunch of folks from my town to your town to SoCal to all over Alabama To New York chasing down that dirty money (dirty money) They plow the ground and grow it up and fill the field with tractor dust from cotton to tobacco Bustin' up their backs for dirty money (dirty money) Hey! Everybody gets it different it depends on where you from Only way I know is get it like my daddy done On a piece of land from his old man he handed down to me John Deere turns the rows sunshine turns it green That's the way we learned it So that's the way we earn it Pray for rain, from corn to grain It keeps the whole world turning Do it 'cause they need us We're proud to be the last ones at the bank And the first ones up to make dirty money We mix the corn in a copper still got mouths to feed, got jars to fill From the sheriff to the pastor got these pockets getting fatter with dirty money Everybody gets it different it depends on where you from Only way I know is get it like my daddy done On a piece of land from his old man he handed down to me John Deere turns the rows sunshine turns it green That's the way we learned it So that's the way we earn it Pray for rain, from corn to grain It keeps the whole world turning Do it 'cause they need us We're proud to be the last ones at the bank And the first ones up to make dirty money It's on our roots, our boots Bleeding through it And we live, we give A whole new meaning to it (whole new meaning to it) Everybody gets it different it depends on where you from Only way I know is get it like my daddy done On a piece of land from his old man he handed down to me John Deere turns the rows sunshine turns it green That's the way we learned it So that's the way we earn it Pray for rain, from corn to grain It keeps the whole world turning Do it 'cause they need us We're proud to be the last ones at the bank And the first ones up to make dirty money Get your hands dirty, boy (that dirty money) Ain't no pretty boys around here old son Hell nah Yeah! (Dirty money)