Dirt (Acoustic) 歌詞
Dirt (Acoustic) - Florida Georgia Line
Lyrics by:Chris Tompkins/Rodney Clawson
Composed by:Chris Tompkins/Rodney Clawson
You get your hands in it plant your roots in it
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it
Dirt dirt 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 d**ned his luck on
That postgame 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 a ten 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 someday you'll return to this
Elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your dad d**ned his luck on
That postgame 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 a ten percent down white picket
Fence house on this dirt
You know you came from it dirt
And someday you'll return to this
Elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your dad d**ned his luck on
That postgame 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 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 it