Dirt

[intro] C F G

[Verse 1]
C                                 
You get your hands in it, plant 
                F                
your roots in it, dusty headlight 
                            G
dance with your boots in it  (dirt)
C                                 
You write her name on it, spin 
               F                
your tires on it, build your own 
                                G
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                              
Her blue eye summertime smile looks
                 Am
 so good that it hurts

                          Em 
Makes you want to build a ten 
              G                
percent down white picket fence 
                C
house on this dirt

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[Verse 2]
C
You've mix some sweat with it, taken
 a shovel to it
F                                 
You've stuck some crosses and some
                               G
 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                              
Her blue eye summertime smile looks
                 Am
 so good that it hurts
                          Em 
Makes you want to build a ten 
              G                
percent down white picket fence 
                C    F
house on this dirt

[Bridge]
G                                
You know you came from it (dirt) and
G
 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                              
Her blue eye summertime smile looks
                 Am
 so good that it hurts

                          Em 
Makes you want to build a ten 
              G                
percent down white picket fence 
                C
house on this dirt
                          Em 
Makes you want to build a ten 
              G                
percent down white picket fence 
                C
house on this dirt

[Otro]
C, F, G                             
                             C (fade
 out)
      You know you came from it, and
 someday you'll return to it