Dirty Money Songtext
von Brantley Gilbert

There′s a bunch of folks from my town to your town to SoCal to all over Alabama
To New York chasing down that dirty money (dirty money)
They plow the ground and grow it up and fill the field with tractor dust from cotton to tobacco
Bustin' up their backs for dirty money (dirty money)
Hey, hey, hey

Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you from
Only way I know to get 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
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 fatter with dirty money


Everybody gets it different, it depends on where you from
Only way I know to get 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
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 from
Only way I know to get 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
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 around here old son
Hell nah
Yeah
(Dirty money, oh dirty money)