Dirt taby ukulele według Florida Georgia Line

Intro: D G Bm7 G A

Verse 1

D
You get your hands in it 
Plant your roots in it
G                                            Bm7          G   A
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt) 
D
You write her name on it
Spin your tires on it
G
Build your corn field, whiskey
               Bm7
Bonfires on it (dirt)
                        G   A
You bet your life on it 
 
Chorus

D
Its that elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
A
That post game party field
You circled up on
Bm7
And when it rains
A
You get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
G
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
A
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Bm7                   G
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A                                D
White picket fence house on this dirt
 
Verse 2

D
You?ve mixed some sweat with it
Taken a shovel to it
G
You?ve stuck some crosses and some painted
                     Bm7
Goal posts through it (dirt)
                          G  
You know you came from it (dirt)
A
And some day you?ll return to

Chorus
D
This elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
A
That post game party field
You circled up on
Bm7
And when it rains
A
You get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
G
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
A
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Bm7                   G
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A                                D
White picket fence house on this dirt


G
(dirt)

Bm7                        G
You know you cam from it (dirt)
    A
And some day you'll return to it

Chorus

D
this elm shade
Red roads clay you grew up on
G
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
A
That post game party field
You circled up on
Bm7
And when it rains
A
You get stuck on
D
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
G
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
A
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Bm7                   G
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A                                D
White picket fence house on this dirt


Makes you wanna build
Bm7
A 10 percent down
A                                D
White picket fence house on this dirt
  G
(dirt)
Bm7                          G
You know you came from it 
                                D
And some day you?ll return to it