You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it Dusty head - TopicsExpress



          

You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it You write her name on it, spin your tires on it Build your corn field, whiskey bonfires on it You bet your life on it 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 ten percent down white picket fence house on this DIRT !! :) *Hell Yeeesss, giter hands in that Dirt, feel it, be one with* !!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 06:33:30 +0000

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