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• Artiste: Brantley Gilbert
• Titre: Dirty Money
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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