Dirty Money

[Verse 1: 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

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

Hey, hey, hey

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

Everybody gets it different

It depends on where you from

Only way I know 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

[Verse 2: Justin Moore]

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

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

Everybody gets it different

It depends on where you from

Only way I know 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

[Bridge: Brantley Gilbert]

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)

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

Everybody gets it different

It depends on where you from

Only way I know 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

[Outro]

Get your hands dirty, boy

That dirty money

Ain't no pretty boys around here old son

Hell nah

Yeah

(Dirty money)