Dirty Money

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, yea-yeah, hey

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

Yea-yeah (yeah)

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

Yeah (dirty money, hey)