She loves the red in a sunset
Her coffee black, her tequila clear
She’s crazy ’bout my bluetick hound
Loves the green on my John Deere
She’s all about silver and gold
But what she loves the most
It’s on my truck, it’s on my boots
On generations of my roots
I bring it home, I track it in
But it don’t bother her
I walk in looking like a long day
She loves to wipe it off my face
Says, “Boy, let’s get you out of this shirt”
Her favorite color’s dirt
It’s under my nails, it’s who I am
It’s what we built our world on
It’s what our road is made of
And all you see when the corn is gone
It’s on my truck, it’s on my boots
On generations of my roots
I bring it home, I track it in
But it don’t bother her
I walk in looking like a long day
She loves to wipe it off my face
Says, “Boy, let’s get you out of this shirt”
Her favorite color’s dirt
Her favorite color’s dirt
She’s all about silver and gold
But what she loves the most
It’s on my truck, it’s on my boots
On generations of my roots
I bring it home, I track it in
But it don’t bother her
I walk in looking like a long day
She loves to wipe it off my face
Says, “Boy, let’s get you out of this shirt”
Her favorite color’s dirt
Ooh, her favorite color’s dirt