| You get your hands in it Plant your roots in it Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)
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| You write your name on it Spin your tires on it Build your corn field, whiskey
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| Bonfires on it (dirt)
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| You bet your life on it Is that an old shade
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| Red roads clay you grew up on That plowed up ground
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| That your dad
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| Damned his luck on That post game party field
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| You circle up on And when it rains
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| You get stuck on Drift a cloud back
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| Behind county roads
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| That you run up And mud on her jeans
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| That she peeled off
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| And hung up Her blue eyed
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| Summer time smile
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| Looks so good that it hurts
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| Makes you wanna build
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| A 10 percent down
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| White picket fence house on this dirt
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| You’ve mixed some sweat with it Taken a shovel to it You’ve stuck some crosses and some painted
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| Goal posts through it (dirt)
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| You know you came from it (dirt)
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| And some day you’ll return to This elm shade red rust clay
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| You grew up on That plowed up ground
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| That your dad
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| Damned his luck on That post game party field
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| You circle up on And when it rains
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| You get stuck on Drift a cloud back
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| Behind county roads
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| That you run up And mud on her jeans
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| That she peeled off
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| And hung up Her blue eyed
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| Summer time smile
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| Looks so good that it hurts
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| Makes you wanna build
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| A 10 percent down
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| White picket fence house on this dirt
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| You know you came from it (dirt)
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| And some day you’ll return to This elm shade red rust clay
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| You grew up on That plowed up ground
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| That your dad
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| Damned his luck on That post game party field
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| You circle up on And when it rains
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| You get stuck on Drift a cloud back
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| Behind county roads
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| That you run up And mud on her jeans
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| That she peeled off
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| And hung up Her blue eyed
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| Summer time smile
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| Looks so good that it hurts
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| Makes you wanna build
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| A 10 percent down
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| White picket fence house on this dirt
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| Makes you wanna build
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| A 10 percent down
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| White picket fence house on this dirt
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| You know you came from it And some day you’ll return to it |