You get your hands in it
 Plant your roots in it
 Dusty head light, 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
 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
 And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
 Her blue-eyed summertime 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
 Taking 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
 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 summertime 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
 And some day you'll return to
 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 summertime 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