Brand new one by FGL, real music right here, this one ROCKS!!!

Sounds fine with no capo or capo on 1, I prefer capo 1 but its entirely your preference

intro- C F G

Verse I

C                                                 F                                            G
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it  (dirt)

C                                                F                                                G
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it  (dirt)

G
You bet your life on it

Chorus

           C
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on

     F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on

     G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on

        C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up

    F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up

    G                                               Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts

                          Em               G                                C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

Verse II

C                                                   
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it  

F                                                                G
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it  (dirt) you know you came from it  (dirt)

G
and someday you'll return to it


Chorus

     C
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on

     F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on

     G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on

        C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up

    F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up

    G                                               Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts

                          Em               G                                C    F
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

Bridge

G                                G
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to

Chorus

     C
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on

     F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on

     G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on

        C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up

    F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up

    G                                               Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts

                          Em               G                                C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

                          Em               G                                C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt



outro

C, F, G                                                          C (fade out)
      You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it 


as always im open to any suggestions/comments, hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did!!