Cifras
Dirt

 C                                                                                                 F                                                                                       G 
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it   (dirt)
 C                                                                                               F                                                                                               G 
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it   (dirt)
 G 
You bet your life on it
                       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                                                                                             Am 
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
                                                     Em                             G                                                               C 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
Verse II
 C 
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it
 F                                                                                                                               G 
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it   (dirt) you know you came from it   (dirt)
 G 
and someday you'll return to it
           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                                                                                             Am 
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
                                                     Em                             G                                                               C       F 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
Bridge
 G 
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to
           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                                                                                             Am 
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
                                                     Em                             G                                                               C 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
                                                     Em                             G                                                               C 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
outro
     G                                                                                                                   C(fade 
            You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it
as always im open to any suggestions/comments, hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did!!