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