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
