[Intro]
D G Bm7 G A
[Strophe]
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 
[Refrain]
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
[Strophe]
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
[Refrain]
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
[Interlude]
G 
(dirt)  
Bm7                        G 
You know you cam from it (dirt) 
    A 
And some day you'll return to it
[Refrain]
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
[Outro]
  
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