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

[Chorus]
It's 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
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
The 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

[Chorus]
It's 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
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
The 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

(dirt, dirt, dirt)

You know you came from it (dirt)

And some day you'll return to
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
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
The 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