Florida Georgia Line – Dirt Chords

NO CAPO

D   xx0232
G   320033
Bm  x24432
A   x02220

[Verse I]
D
 You get your hands in it

 Plant your roots in it
G                                             Bm      G
 Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)
D
 You write your name on it

 Spin your tires on it
G                                             Bm
 Build your corn field, whiskey Bonfires on it (dirt)
                       G
You bet your life on it

[Chorus]
           D
Is that an old 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 circle up on
Bm
 And when it rains You get stuck on
          D
Drift a cloud back Behind county roads That you run up
    G
And mud on her jeans That she peeled off And hung up
     A                      Bm                        G
Her blue eyed Summer time smile Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build Bm A 10 percent down A D White picket fence house on this dirt [Verse II] D You’ve mixed some sweat with it Taken a shovel to it G Bm You’ve stuck some crosses and some painted Goal posts through it (dirt) G You know you came from it (dirt)
And some day you’ll return to [Chorus] D This elm shade red rust clay You grew up on G That plowed up ground That your dad Damned his luck on A That post game party field You circle up on Bm And when it rains You get stuck on D Drift a cloud back Behind county roads That you run up G And mud on her jeans That she peeled off And hung up A Bm G Her blue eyed Summer time smile Looks so good that it hurts Makes you wanna build Bm A 10 percent down A D G White picket fence house on this dirt Bm G You know you came from it (dirt) And some day you’ll return to [Last Chorus] D This elm shade red rust clay You grew up on G That plowed up ground That your dad Damned his luck on A That post game party field You circle up on Bm And when it rains You get stuck on D Drift a cloud back Behind county roads That you run up G And mud on her jeans That she peeled off And hung up A Bm G Her blue eyed Summer time smile Looks so good that it hurts Makes you wanna build Bm A 10 percent down A D G White picket fence house on this dirt Makes you wanna build Bm A 10 percent down A D G White picket fence house on this dirt Bm G You know you came from it D And some day you’ll return to it