Dirt 2

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well the sun cracked the earth ‘fore the rooster could crow, Ain’t no mercy in August, just a hot Texas glow. Cows drop in the pasture, the well’s runnin’ dry, And the Lord knows I’ve cursed with dust in my eye. [Chorus] These kids don’t know the dirt, don’t know the fight, Don’t know the blood on a man’s hands at night. They talk ‘bout the earth from a cool AC seat, But the ground takes its toll with blistered feet. Ain’t no damn lecture gonna plow this land — It’s sweat, it’s pain, it’s calloused hands. [Verse 2] I’ve seen calves die thirsty while the sky stayed mean, Watched fields turn to sand where the wheat once leaned. Every crack in this soil is a scar on my skin, And you don’t survive here unless you’re made of tin. [Chorus] These kids don’t know the dirt, don’t know the fight, Don’t know the smell of death in the night. They preach about balance with their books and their charts, But they ain’t heard the sound of a barn fallin’ apart. Out here it’s man eats man, no safety net — You live with what the Lord gives, or you drown in regret. [Bridge] So don’t talk to me ‘bout nature, son, ‘Til you’ve buried a crop ‘neath a dead-ass sun. ‘Til your shirt sticks black with the mud and the sweat, ‘Til your wife cries hungry ‘cause the bank wants debt. [Verse 3] My old dog limps slow by the fence line each day, He’s seen more storms than your schools could say. This land don’t bend for no scholar’s pen, It breaks you, it bleeds you, then starts again. [Final Chorus] These kids don’t know the dirt, don’t know the fight, Don’t know the weight of a hard man’s night. They sit on clean floors, preachin’ soft and polite, While we damn near die just to keep folks fed right. If they want truth, let ‘em come take a stand — ‘Cause this withered state is still feedin’ the land. [Outro] Pour me whiskey, light me a flame, The land is cruel but she knows my name. You can’t teach struggle in a college hall, You learn it when the drought takes it all.