Dirt (Acoustic)

I'll tell you something, 1968 was just another year, the fields needed tilling and there wasn't enough rain. But it was the first year Rosie started bringing my lunch out to the field every day Verse 1 You get your hands in it Plant your roots in it Dusty headlight, dance with your boots in it 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... Chorus Elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on That plowed up ground, that your dad damned 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 And 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 10 percent down white picket fence house on this dirt Interlude 1 Rosie and I had five children, one died at birth, they were tough times, tough years, did okay Verse 2 You've mixed some sweat with it Taking 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 some day you'll return to Chorus Elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on That plowed up ground, that your dad damned 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 And 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 10 percent down white picket fence house on this dirt Interlude 2 I asked Rosie one time if she wanted to travel to see the world, and no she said the world comes right to my window every day... Even if it's broken You know you came from it dirt, dirt And some day you'll return to Chorus Elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on That plowed up ground, that your dad damned 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 And 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 10 percent down white picket fence house on this dirt Outro Makes you wanna build a 10 percent down white picket fence house on this dirt Interlude 3 See Rosie was right about two things: you don't have to see the world to be worldly, just raise good children, make good enough pies and the world will come right to your kitchen window. She's right about something else too, I built that baseball diamond way too close to the kitchen You know you came from it and some day you'll return to it