Intro
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E F#m7 Cadd9 A
[Verse 1]
(David Lee Murphy)
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Drivin' by on the highway
Cadd9 A
Might not look like much at all
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Just a few stop lights, some county road signs
Cadd9 A
And the field where I played ball
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Yeah, I bet you probably wonder
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What the truck there is to do
Bm
If you could see what I see now
D
You'd be doin' the same thing too
[Chorus]
(David Lee Murphy)
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Kickin' up dust in a bucket of rust
Cadd9 A
Makin' red dirt clouds
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Got an angel in the shotgun seat, sippin' Sunkist tea
Cadd9 A
With the radio up loud
E
I don't know what heaven looks like, nah
F#m7 Cadd9 A
But trust me, y'all, I think it mighta done come down
E F#m7
Ridin' round, kickin' up dust in a bucket of rust
Cadd9 A
Makin' red dirt clouds
[Post-Chorus]
(David Lee Murphy)
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Red dirt clouds
Cadd9 A
Red dirt clouds
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Red dirt clouds
Cadd9 A
(Come on, Ben)
[Verse 2]
(Ben Burgess)
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Corn fields are gold, John Deere green
Cadd9 A
Bluest sky you ever seen
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Where dogwoods grow and church bells ring
Bm
It sure sounds like paradise to me
Bm A/C# D E
And if you're lookin' for a slice, I'll cut you a piece
[Chorus]
(Ben Burgess)
E F#m7
Kickin' up dust in a bucket of rust
Cadd9 A
Makin' red dirt clouds
E F#m7
Got an angel in the shotgun seat, sippin' Sunkist tea
Cadd9 A
With the radio up loud
E
I don't know what heaven looks like, nah
F#m7 Cadd9 A
But trust me, y'all, I think it mighta done come down
E F#m7
Ridin' round, kickin' up dust in a bucket of rust
Cadd9 A
Makin' red dirt clouds
[Post-Chorus]
(Ben Burgess)
E F#m7
Red dirt clouds
Cadd9 A
Red dirt clouds
E F#m7
Red dirt clouds
Cadd9 A
Red dirt clouds (Sing it, Ern)
[Bridge]
(ERNEST)
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You drive by it on the highway
Cadd9 A
It might not look like much at all, no
[Chorus]
(ERNEST)
E F#m7
You're ridin' round, kickin' up dust in a bucket of rust
Cadd9 A
Makin' red dirt clouds
E F#m7
Got an angel in the shotgun seat, sippin' spiked ice tea
Cadd9 A
With the radio up loud
E
I don't know what heaven looks like, nah
F#m7 Cadd9 A
But trust me, y'all, I think it mighta done come down
(Oh, I think it mighta done come down)
E F#m7
Ridin' round, kickin' up dust in a bucket of rust
Cadd9 A
Makin' red dirt clouds
[Post-Chorus]
E F#m7
Red dirt clouds (Ooh, makin' red dirt)
Cadd9 A
Red dirt clouds
E F#m7
Makin' red dirt clouds, yeah (Makin' red dirt)
Cadd9 A
Red dirt clouds
Lyrics by Canaan Smith, ERNEST & Jordan Schmidt