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Ray Fulcher

Dirt On It

 

Dirt On It

(альбом: Somebody Like Me - 2019)


From the welcome signs and welcome mates
To the scoring jeans and the Red Man caps
County unmaintained, unnamed, unpaved
Two-lane that you take when you wanna get away
Want some Friday night Goodyears
It's a way of life made way out here

'Cause we don't own it, we don't want it
If there ain't a shade of red clay painted on it
We hate white picket fences and shiny, new trucks
We would barely see the green John Deere in the mud
Man, way down here, we sure wasn't raised up on it
If you couldn't find a little dirt on it

See all over the doors
To the hood to the dash to the damn floor boards
You know, back in the day, all American made
Burnt two-tone fade Detroit Chevrolets
That only get washed when it rains
They only get washed when it rains

'Cause we don't own it, we don't want it
If there ain't a shade of red clay painted on it
We hate white picket fences and shiny, new trucks
We would barely see the green John Deere in the mud
Man, way down here, we sure wasn't raised up on it
If you couldn't find a little dirt on it
You couldn't find a little dirt on it

Ain't nothing but a bunch of map-dot dust
But man, that's just us

'Cause we don't own it, we don't want it
If there ain't a shade of red clay painted on it
We hate white picket fences and shiny, new trucks
We would barely see the green John Deere in the mud
Man, way down here, we sure wasn't raised up on it
Man, way down here, we sure wasn't raised up on it
If you couldn't find a little dirt on it
If you couldn't find a little dirt on it

I see it all over the doors
To the hood to the dash to the damn floor boards

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