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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Moi
Programming
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Chris Tompkins
Keyboards
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Rodney Clawson
Background Vocals
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Tompkins
Songwriter
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
Eivind Nordland
Assistant Engineer
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Scott Johnson
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
Dusty headlight, dance with your boots in it
[Verse 2]
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 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
[Verse 3]
You mix 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 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 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
[Bridge]
You know you came from it
And someday you'll return to this
[Chorus]
Elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
The 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
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
[Chorus]
Makes you wanna build a ten percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt
[Outro]
You know you came from it
And someday you'll return to it
Written by: Christopher G. Tompkins, Rodney Dale Clawson