Dirt - Lyrics Tunes

(Intro) D G Bm7 G A
(Verse 1)
D
You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
G Bm7 G A
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)
D
You write her name on it
Spin your tires on it
G
Build your corn field, whiskey
Bm7
Bonfires on it (dirt)
G A
You bet your life on it

(Chorus)
D
Its that elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
A
That post game party field
You circled up on
Bm7
And when it rains
A
You get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
G
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
A
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Bm7 G
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A D
White picket fence house on this dirt

(Verse 2)
D
You?ve mixed some sweat with it
Taken a shovel to it
G
You?ve stuck some crosses and some painted
Bm7
Goal posts through it (dirt)
G
You know you came from it (dirt)
A
And some day you?ll return to

(Chorus)
D
This elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
A
That post game party field
You circled up on
Bm7
And when it rains
A
You get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
G
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
A
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Bm7 G
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A D
White picket fence house on this dirt

G
(dirt)

Bm7 G
You know you cam from it (dirt)
A
And some day you’ll return to it

(Chorus)
D
this elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
A
That post game party field
You circled up on
Bm7
And when it rains
A
You get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
G
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
A
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Bm7 G
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A D
White picket fence house on this dirt

Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A D
White picket fence house on this dirt
G
(dirt)
Bm7 G
You know you came from it
D
And some day you?ll return to it

Capo 2

(Intro)
Am, G, F, C

(Opening Chorus)
Am G
Yeah, I’m chillin’ on a dirt road,
F C
Laid back swervin’ like I’m George Jones.
Am G
Smoke rollin’ out the window,
F C
An’ ice cold beer sittin’ in the console.
Am G
Memory lane up in the headlights,
F C
It’s got me reminiscing on them good times.
Am G
I’m turning off of real life, drivin’ that’s right,
F C
I’m hittin’ easy street on mud tires.

(Verse 1)
Am G
Back in the day pop’s farm was the place to go.

Load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
F C
Jump the barbwire, spread the word.

Light the bonfire, then call the girls.
Am G
The king in the can and the Marlboro man.

Jack and gin were a few good men.
F C
Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too.

Better watch out for the boys in blue.
Am G
And all this small town he said, she said,

Ain’t it funny how rumors spread.
F C
Like I know something ya’ll don’t know,

Man that talk is gettin’ old.
Am G
Ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,

Before I have to knock that loud mouth out.
F C
I’m tired of talkin, man, ya’ll ain’t listenin’,

Them old dirt roads is what ya’ll missin’.

(Chorus)
Am G
I’m chillin’ on a dirt road.
F C
Laid back swervin’ like I’m George Jones.
Am G
Smoke rollin’ out the window,
F C
An’ ice cold beer sittin’ in the console.
Am G
Memory lane up in the headlights,
F C
It’s got me reminiscing on them good times.
Am G
I’m turning off of real life, drivin’ that’s right,
F C
I’m hittin’ easy street on mud tires.

(Verse 2)
Am G
I sit back and think about them good ole days.

The way we were raised, and our southern ways,
F C
And we like cornbread, and biscuits,

And if it’s broke round here we fix it.
Am G
I can take ya’ll where ya need to go,

Down to my hood, back in them woods.
F C
We do it different ’round here, that’s right,

But we sure do it good, and we do it all night.
Am G
See, if you really wanna know how it feels,

To get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
F C
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends,

We’ll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.

Thats right.

(Repeat Opening Chorus for the last time thru)

(Outro is the same as the Intro)

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