Karaoké Dirt Florida Georgia Line

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, 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

The 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 ten percent down

White picket fence house on this dirt

You mix some sweat with it taking a shovel to it

You stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it

You know you came from it and someday 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

The 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 ten percent down

White picket fence house on this dirt

You know you came from it

And someday 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

The 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 ten percent down

White picket fence house on this dirt

Makes you wanna build ten percent down

White picket fence house on this dirt

You know you came from it

And someday you'll return to it