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    You get your hands in it
    Plant your roots in it
    Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)
    You write your name on it
    Spin your tires on it
    Build your corn field, whiskey
    Bonfires on it (dirt)
    You bet your life on it

    Is that an old shade
    Red roads 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
    Drift a cloud back
    Behind county roads
    That you run up
    And mud on her jeans
    That she peeled off
    And hung up
    Her blue eyed
    Summer time smile
    Looks so good that it hurts
    Makes you wanna build
    A 10 percent down
    White picket fence house on this dirt

    You’ve mixed some sweat with it
    Taken a shovel to it
    You’ve stuck some crosses and some painted
    Goal posts through it (dirt)
    You know you came from it (dirt)
    And some day you’ll return to
    This 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
    Drift a cloud back
    Behind county roads
    That you run up
    And mud on her jeans
    That she peeled off
    And hung up
    Her blue eyed
    Summer time smile
    Looks so good that it hurts
    Makes you wanna build
    A 10 percent down
    White picket fence house on this dirt

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    You know you came from it (dirt)

    And some day you’ll return to
    This 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
    Drift a cloud back
    Behind county roads
    That you run up
    And mud on her jeans
    That she peeled off
    And hung up
    Her blue eyed
    Summer time smile
    Looks so good that it hurts
    Makes you wanna build
    A 10 percent down
    White picket fence house on this dirt

    Makes you wanna build
    A 10 percent down
    White picket fence house on this dirt

    You know you came from it
    And some day you’ll return to it

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    Composición: Chris Tompkins y Rodney Clawson

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