| 4 year’s old my birthday
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| Opened presents, ate some cake
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| I took my tonka straight outside to play
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| In dirt
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| Six years old, hard line drive
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| That ball just sailed on by
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| Cause I was busy writing that name of mine
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| In dirt
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| It was my first love
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| Good as gold
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| Heaven was a shovel and a two foot hole
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| Mama should have bought all my clothes in brown
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| Cause I’d turn 'em that color anyhow
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| Even between the car and the front steps of that church
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| Was dirt
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| Turned sixteen bought a Chevrolet
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| Four wheel drive, what a happy day
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| So even if it rained I could play
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| In dirt
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| Couple years later, wouldn’t you know
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| Lost my heart at the rodeo
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| She fell off her horse and was covered head to toe
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| In dirt
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| It was my first love
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| Good as gold
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| Heaven was a shovel and a two foot hole
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| It’s the reason I’m out here tilling this land
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| And that rodeo queen’s got a ring on her hand
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| I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t
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| For dirt
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| I ain’t afraid of growing old
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| Cause when I die I know where I’ll go
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| There’ll be no need to cry for me
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| I won’t need your sympathy
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| When they cover me up with six feet of earth
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| It’s just dirt |