Florida Georgia Line – Dirt Chords

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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


Keep Rocking!