You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it

Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it

You write her name on it, spin your tires on it

Build your corn field, whiskey bonfires on it

You bet your life on it

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 pealed off and hung up

Her blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good ha it hurts

Makes you wanna builda 10% down white picket fence house on this dirt

You mix some sweat with it, taking a shovel to it

You stuck some crosses and painted goal posts through it (damn)

You know you came from it and someday you'll return to

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 pealed off and hung up

Her blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good ha it hurts

Makes you wanna build a 10% down white picket fence house on this dirt

You know you came from it and someday you'll return to it

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 pealed off and hung up

Her blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good ha it hurts

Makes you wanna build a 10% down white picket fence house on this dirt

Makes you wanna build a 10% down white picket fence house on this dirt