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(moins de barrés)

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Change la taille du texte.
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Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
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Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
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Intro:
Verse I
You get your hands in it plant your roots in it dusty headlight dance with your boots in it  (dirt)
You write her name on it spin your tires on it build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it  (dirt)
You bet your life on it
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field you circle up on and when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
Verse II                                                                                       
You've mix some sweat with it taken a shovel to it   
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it (dirt) you know you came from it  (dirt)
and someday you'll return to it
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field you circle up on and when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
Bridge                                                                                            
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
That post game party field you circle up on and when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
outro
                                                           (fade out)
      You know you came from it and someday you'll return to it  
as always im open to any suggestions/comments hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did!!