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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brantley Gilbert
Vocals
Justin Moore
Vocals
Brock Berryhill
Programming
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Nathan Keeterle
Electric Guitar
Justin Schipper
Pedal Steel Guitar
Mark Hill
Bass
Alex Wright
Piano
Miles McPherson
Drums
Dylan Marlowe
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brantley Gilbert
Songwriter
Josh Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brantley Gilbert
Producer
Brock Berryhill
Producer
Casey Sabol
Editing Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There's a bunch of folks from my town to your town to SoCal to all over Alabama
To New York chasing down that dirty money
They plow the ground and grow it up and fill the field with tractor dust
From cotton to tobacco
Bustin' up their backs for dirty money
Hey, hey, hey
[Chorus]
Everybody gets it different
It depends on where you from
Only way I know is get it
Get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man he handed down to me
John Deere turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
That's the way we learned it
So that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain, from corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
[Verse 2]
We mix the corn in a copper still
Got mouths to feed, got jars to fill
From the sheriff to the pastor
Got these pockets getting fatter with dirty money
[Chorus]
Everybody gets it different
It depends on where you from
Only way I know is get it
Get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man he handed down to me
John Deere turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
That's the way we learned it
So that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain, from corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make that dirty money
[Instrumental]
It's on our roots, our boots
Bleeding through it
And we live, we give
A whole new meaning to it
(Whole new meaning to it)
[Chorus]
Everybody gets it different
It depends on where you from
Only way I know is get it
Get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man he handed down to me
John Deere turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
That's the way we learned it
So that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain, from corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
[Outro]
Get your hands dirty, boy
That dirty money
Ain't no pretty boys around here old son
Hell nah
Yeah
(Dirty money)
Written by: Brantley Gilbert, Josh Phillips