That ain't just dirt

That ain't just dust blowin'

That ain't just nothing but an old fishing hole

Ain't just some rooster crowing

It's where I learned how to be a boy

Washed in the blood and red dirt mud

Kinda glad I didn't have a choice

So, girl, just kick back in that shotgun

Let me show you where I'm from

Girl, where I'm from

Might look like nothing but gravel roads

And tractors rolling over them fields

And praying that we get a little rain soon

And cutting loose in hand me down wheels

And knocking them Friday night beers back

By the train tracks and thinking that

I'd never miss this place when I've got gone

But that's the ground I grew up on

Yeah, that's the ground I grew up on

Girl, don't blink

You might miss it all

It's where I could fix anything I broke but the law

It was hard to leave

Girl, that's the truth

But you know if I'd stuck around this little town

I'd never found you

Might look like nothing but gravel roads

And tractors rolling over them fields

And praying that we get a little rain soon

And cutting loose in hand me down wheels

And knocking them Friday night beers back

By the train tracks and thinking that

I'd never miss this place when I've got gone

But that's the ground I grew up on

Yeah, that's the ground I grew up on

Where the tales are as tall as the corn grows

Baby, who knows if we're lucky

Maybe one day at our back door

Might look like nothing but gravel roads

And tractors rolling over them fields

And praying that we get a little rain soon

And cutting loose in hand me down wheels

And knocking them Friday night beers back

By the train tracks and thinking that

I'd never miss this place when I've got gone

But looking back I couldn't have been more wrong

'Cause that's the ground I grew up on

Yeah, that's the ground I grew up on