Lyrics to Dirty Money
There's a bunch of folds from my town to your town to SoCal all over Alabama
To New York chasing down that dirty money
They plow the ground and grow it up and fill the field with tractor dust from cotton to tobacco
Busting up their backs for dirty money
Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
John Deere turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
And that's the way we learned it
So, that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain
From corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
We mix the corn in a copper still
Got mouths to feed
Got jars to fill
From the sheriff to the pastor
Got these pockets getting fat with dirty money
Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
John Deere® turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
And that's the way we learned it
So, that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain
From corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
It's on our roots, our boots
Bleeding through it and we live
We give
A whole new meaning to it
Whole new meaning to it
Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
John Deere® turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
And that's the way we learned it
So, that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain
From corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
Get your hands dirty, boy
That dirty money
Ain't no pretty boys 'round here, old son
Hell, naw
To New York chasing down that dirty money
They plow the ground and grow it up and fill the field with tractor dust from cotton to tobacco
Busting up their backs for dirty money
Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
John Deere turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
And that's the way we learned it
So, that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain
From corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
We mix the corn in a copper still
Got mouths to feed
Got jars to fill
From the sheriff to the pastor
Got these pockets getting fat with dirty money
Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
John Deere® turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
And that's the way we learned it
So, that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain
From corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
It's on our roots, our boots
Bleeding through it and we live
We give
A whole new meaning to it
Whole new meaning to it
Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you're from
Only way I know to get it is get it like my daddy done
On a piece of land from his old man, he handed down to me
John Deere® turns the rows
Sunshine turns it green
And that's the way we learned it
So, that's the way we earn it
Pray for rain
From corn to grain
It keeps the whole world turning
Do it 'cause they need us
We're proud to be the last ones at the bank
And the first ones up to make dirty money
Get your hands dirty, boy
That dirty money
Ain't no pretty boys 'round here, old son
Hell, naw
