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 You get  hands in it
  your roots in it
 Dusty head light, dance  your boots in it (dirt)
 You write her name  it
  your tires on it
 Build  corn field, whiskey, bonfires on it (dirt)
  bet your life on it, yeah
 
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 It's that elm shade, red  clay you grew up on
 That plowed up  that your dad damned his luck on
 That post game party  you circle up on
 And when it rains you  stuck on
 Drift a cloud  behind county roads that you run up
 And mud on her jeans that she  off and hung up
 Her blue-eyed summertime  looks so good that it hurts
 Makes you wanna build a 10 percent down white  fence house on this dirt
 
 You've mixed some sweat  it
 Taking a shovel to 
  stuck some crosses and some painted
 Goal  through it (dirt)
 You know you came from  (dirt)
 And  day you'll return to
 
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 You know you came from it and  day you'll return to it
 
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 Makes you wanna build a 10 percent down white picket fence house on this 
 
 You know you came from  and some day you'll return to it