[00:00.000] 作词 : Chris Tompkins/Rodney Clawson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Tompkins/Rodney Clawson
[00:16.910]You get your hands in it
[00:18.800]Plant your roots in it
[00:20.890]Dusty head lights dance
[00:22.860]with your boots in it （dirt）
[00:32.490]You write your name on it
[00:34.500]Spin your tires on it
[00:36.690]Build your corn field, whiskey
[00:38.730]Bonfires on it （dirt）
[00:42.340]You bet your life on it
[00:47.380]Is that an old shade
[00:48.790]Red roads clay you grew up on
[00:51.730]That plowed up ground
[00:53.270]That your dad
[00:54.260]Damned his luck on
[00:55.560]That post game party field
[00:57.560]You circle up on
[00:59.150]And when it rains
[01:01.550]You get stuck on
[01:03.070]Drift a cloud back
[01:04.420]Behind county roads
[01:06.020]That you run up
[01:07.300]And mud on her jeans
[01:08.590]That she peeled off
[01:10.490]And hung up
[01:11.390]Her blue eyed
[01:12.380]Summer time smile
[01:13.880]Looks so good that it hurts
[01:17.850]Makes you wanna build
[01:19.540]A 10 percent down
[01:20.830]White picket fence house on this dirt
[01:28.050]You’ve mixed some sweat with it
[01:29.630]Taken a shovel to it
[01:31.700]You’ve stuck some crosses and some painted
[01:34.060]Goal posts through it （dirt）
[01:37.520]You know you came from it （dirt）
[01:41.090]And some day you’ll return to
[01:43.150]This elm shade red rust clay
[01:45.790]You grew up on
[01:47.430]That plowed up ground
[01:48.430]That your dad
[01:49.260]Damned his luck on
[01:50.320]That post game party field
[01:53.120]You circle up on
[01:55.370]And when it rains
[01:56.440]You get stuck on
[01:57.170]Drift a cloud back
[01:59.500]Behind county roads
[02:01.080]That you run up
[02:02.390]And mud on her jeans
[02:04.080]That she peeled off
[02:05.990]And hung up
[02:06.550]Her blue eyed
[02:07.510]Summer time smile
[02:08.980]Looks so good that it hurts
[02:12.920]Makes you wanna build
[02:14.360]A 10 percent down
[02:15.950]White picket fence house on this dirt
[02:27.080]You know you came from it （dirt）
[02:32.140]And some day you’ll return to
[02:34.230]This elm shade red rust clay
[02:36.340]You grew up on
[02:37.850]That plowed up ground
[02:39.530]That your dad
[02:40.740]Damned his luck on
[02:41.950]That post game party field
[02:43.810]You circle up on
[02:46.470]And when it rains
[02:47.570]You get stuck on
[02:48.240]Drift a cloud back
[02:50.650]Behind county roads
[02:52.170]That you run up
[02:53.550]And mud on her jeans
[02:55.120]That she peeled off
[02:56.480]And hung up
[02:57.500]Her blue eyed
[02:58.640]Summer time smile
[03:00.060]Looks so good that it hurts
[03:04.110]Makes you wanna build
[03:05.440]A 10 percent down
[03:07.050]White picket fence house on this dirt
[03:11.950]Makes you wanna build
[03:13.360]A 10 percent down
[03:14.910]White picket fence house on this dirt
[03:25.850]You know you came from it
[03:31.050]And some day you’ll return to it

作词 : Chris Tompkins/Rodney Clawson
作曲 : Chris Tompkins/Rodney Clawson
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
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