You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
Dusty headlight
Dance with your boots in it
You write her name on it
Spin your tires on it
Build your cornfield
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 ****** 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 mix some sweat with it
Takin' a shovel to it
You stuck some crosses
and some painted goal posts
through it
You know you came from it
Someday you'll return to this
Elm shade red rust clay
you grew up on
That plowed-up ground that
your dad ****** 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
And someday you'll return
to this
Elm shade red rust clay
you grew up on
That plowed-up ground that
your dad ****** 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
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