Dirt - Dean Brody

4 year’s old my birthday

Opened presents, ate some cake

I took my tonka straight outside to play

In dirt

Six years old, hard line drive

That ball just sailed on by

Cause I was busy writing that name of mine

In dirt

It was my first love

Good as gold

Heaven was a shovel and a two foot hole

Mama should have bought all my clothes in brown

Cause I’d turn 'em that color anyhow

Even between the car and the front steps of that church

Was dirt

Turned sixteen bought a Chevrolet

Four wheel drive, what a happy day

So even if it rained I could play

In dirt

Couple years later, wouldn’t you know

Lost my heart at the rodeo

She fell off her horse and was covered head to toe

In dirt

It was my first love

Good as gold

Heaven was a shovel and a two foot hole

It’s the reason I’m out here tilling this land

And that rodeo queen’s got a ring on her hand

I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t

For dirt

I ain’t afraid of growing old

Cause when I die I know where I’ll go

There’ll be no need to cry for me

I won’t need your sympathy

When they cover me up with six feet of earth

It’s just dirt