Dean Brody - Dirt

^DFour year's old ^Gmy birthday, ^AI opened presents, ^Date some cake I took my Tonka s^Gtraight outside to p^Alay in d^Dirt. Six years old, ^Ghard line drive, ^Athat ball just ^Dsailed on by 'Cause I was busy ^Gwriting that name of ^Amine in ^Ddirt.

It was ^Gmy first love, ^Agood as gold, ^Dheaven was a shovel and a two foot hole ^GMama should have bought all my ^Aclothes in brown,^D'cause I'd turn 'em that color anyhow In be^Gtween the car and the front steps of that ^Achurch was dirt

Turned sixteen, bought a ^GChevrolet, ^Afour wheel drive, what a ^Dhappy day So even if it ^Grained I could ^Aplay in ^Ddirt Couple years later, ^Gwouldn't you know, ^AI lost my heart at the ^Drodeo She fell off her horse and was ^Gcovered head to ^Atoe in ^Ddirt

It was ^Gmy first love, ^Agood as gold, ^Dheaven was a shovel and a two foot hole It's the ^Greason I'm out here ^Atilling this land and that ^Drodeo queen's got a ring on her hand I don't ^Gknow where I'd be if it ^Aweren't for dirt

Well, ^GI ain't afraid of ^Agrowing old, 'cause ^Dwhen I die I know where I'll go ^GThere'll be no need to ^Acry for me, ^DI won't need your sympathy When they ^Gcover me up with six feet of ^Aearth, it's just dirt