you get your hands in it plant your roots in it dusty headlight dance with your boots in it
you write a name on it spin your tires on it build your cornfield whiskey bonfires on it
you bet your life on it
yeah
it's that old 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
you
and when it rains you get stuck on trip the cloud back behind county roads that you run
off the mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up a blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good
that it hurts makes you want to build a 10% down white picket fence house on this dirt
you make some sweat with it taking
you make some sweat with it taking
a shovel to it you stuck some crosses and some painted gold posts through it
you know you came from it
and someday you'll return to this
old 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 trip the cloud back behind
you and you'll never forget that love for me you know you came from it and someday you'll return to this
County roads that you run
Up the mud on her jeans
That she peeled off and hung
Up the blue-eyed summertime
Smile looks so good
That it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A ten percent down
White picket fence house
On this dirt
You know you came from it
And someday you'll return
To the same shade red
Rust clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad and his love
Gone that post-game party
Field you circle up on
And when it rains
You get stuck on
Tripped a cloud back behind
County roads that you run
Up the mud on her jeans
That she peeled off and hung
Up the blue-eyed summertime
Smile
Smile looks so good
That it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A ten percent down
White picket fence house
On this dirt
Makes you wanna build
A ten percent down
White picket fence house
On this dirt
You know you came from it
And someday you'll return
To the same shade red