Artist: Chris Knight
Song : Dirt
Album : Enough Rope
Written: Knight/Cunningham


Intro :    C

Verse 1:

C                       F         C
Well I woulda bought my Grandpa''s farm
C                    G            C
But I couldn''t raise quite enough cash
C                           F      C
Now they''re cutting all the timber down
C               G        C
Turning all the rest to ash
Company came in from out of state
To build another stinking factory
Them county politicians think they know
Just exactly what we need

      F               C
But I sit down by the highway
  G                   C 
I hear those big cats growl
F                     C 
Where the quail gonna fly to
C
Where will the rabbits run now
F                    C
I watch them tear it all to hell
     G             C
What used to be my church
F             C
Tearing up my Grandpa''s land
C                     G         C
Treating my Grandpa''s land like dirt

A few more jobs and a lot less trees
Gonna put this county in a rat race
Like thats where we want to be
This used to be such a peaceful place
And they''ll tell us that they don''t pollute
The s**t they dump in the river is perfectly safe
But all the talk in the whole wide world
Will never bring back what they laid to waste

There''s an ancient oak standing alone
Trying to do the work of a thousand trees
Been here since the Cherokee called this home
But it''s standing in the way of a factory


Repeat Chorus