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      Florida Georgia Line

      Album: Anything Goes

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      Florida Georgia Line - Dirt Música y Letra

      You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it
      Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it
      (Dirt, dirt, 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)
      
      [Chorus:]
      It's that elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
      That plowed up ground that your dad damned 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've mixed some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it
      You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it (dirt, dirt, dirt...)
      You know you came from it (dirt)
      And someday you'll return to this...
      
      [Chorus:]
      ... elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
      That plowed up ground that your dad damned 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 (dirt)
      And someday you'll return to this...
      
      [Chorus:]
      ... elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
      That plowed up ground that your dad damned 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
      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

      Florida Georgia Line - Dirt Música y Letra

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