Listen to Dirt song with lyrics from Florida Georgia Line

Dirt

Florida Georgia Line14 Oct 2014

Dirt Lyrics

Dirt (尘埃) - Florida Georgia Line

You get your hands in it

Plant your roots in it

Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)

 

You write your name on it

Spin your tires on it

Build your corn field whiskey

Bonfires on it (dirt)

You bet your life on it

 

Is that an old shade

Red roads 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

Summer time 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

Taken 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

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

And mud on her jeans

That she peeled off

And hung up

Her blue eyed

Summer time 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 (dirt)

 

And some day 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

And mud on her jeans

That she peeled off

And hung up

Her blue eyed

Summer time 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