Bulldozers and Dirt - Drive-By Truckers

I met your mama when I was sixteen

You couldn’t have been anymore than three

She caught me stealing yall’s color TV

She called the cops and they arrested me

She was the wildest thing I’d ever seen

The way she pointed that shotgun at me

The police hauled my ass off to jail

Your mama signed the trailer to help make the bail

She picked me up and drove me home

Said «I'll learn you not to roam»

Green green grass under my feet

But all I can think about’s the dirt underneath

Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt

Behind the trailer, my desert

Them red clay piles are heaven on earth

I get my rocks off, bulldozers and dirt

I got a pickup that’s up on blocks

And I’m up to my ass in debt and hock

And I can’t get the red stains off of my socks

And I can’t get you off of my mind

I’ve lived with your mama for eleven years

Through good times, and bad times, fist fights and tears

But something comes over me when you come near

So won’t you come over and sip on this beer

Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt

Behind the trailer, my desert

I don’t mean no harm, I just like to flirt

But most of all I like bulldozers and dirt

Most of all I like bulldozers and dirt