Michael Austin - God Made Dirt

Red, white, black, and brown holy ground
Where we come from where we go back down
Its soil and rocks turned by hand
Five generations making a stand
Yeah it can fall right through your fingers or get sunbaked on your skin
Yeah man it's where it all begins
God made dirt for mud on tires
Twenty acres wrapped around a bonfire
Dust clouds marking the way down a back road
Quickest way to get us back home
Perfect place to plant some roots
Raise some crops and learn some truth
Find a little space where you can grow
Get a whole lot of life for a little bit of work
Yeah God made dirt
When you're growing up, it's what shows you're tough
It's on your knees, it's in your cuts
Track it through the house makin Mama mad
It's still on your boots just like your Dad
It's a sign that you've been livin turns into something that you love
yeah man its where its where we all come from
On the first day he made light
And on the second all the stars at night
And on (on) the (the) third
God made dirt for mud on tires
Twenty acres wrapped around a bonfire
Dust clouds marking the way down a back road
Quickest way to get us back home
Perfect place to plant some roots
Raise some kids and teach the truth
Find a little space where you can grow
Get a whole lot of life for a little bit of work
Yeah God made dirt

Written by:
Brian McKenna, David Andrew Borys, Michael Austin, Tamara Laurel

Publisher:
Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)

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