Dirt(Chords)

	        


Intro: C F G 

Verse I 

C                                                 F                                            G 
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it  (dirt) 

C                                                F                                                G 
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it  (dirt) 

G 
You bet your life on it 


           C 
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on 

     F 
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on 

     G 
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on 

        C 
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up 

    F 
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up 

    G                                               Am 
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts 

                          Em               G                                C 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
 

Verse II 

C                                                    
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it   

F                                                                G 
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it  (dirt) you know you came from it  (dirt) 

G 
and someday you'll return to it 




     C 
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on 

     F 
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on 

     G 
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on 

        C 
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up 

    F 
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up 

    G                                               Am 
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts 

                          Em               G                                C    F 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt 


Bridge 

G                                G 
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to 



     C 
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on 

     F 
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on 

     G 
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on 

        C 
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up 

    F 
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up 

    G                                               Am 
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts 

                          Em               G                                C 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt 

                          Em               G                                C 
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt 



outro 

C, F, G                                                          C (fade out) 
      You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it  


as always im open to any suggestions/comments, hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did!!
	        

Written by Rodney Clawson/Chris Tompkins